In a different twilight, where they fritter away their restless hours on the dim margin of an ever elusive hope… the world of the differently abled coverts a meaningful existence.
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With an earnest desire to iron out their incongruity with the mainstream society; as a modest supplicant of love, understanding and not pity, and with an appeal to embrace gratitude in life…. I dedicated these lines to the very specially abled children who have never had the fortune to acknowledge the magnanimity of life and its rewards….. which we have so heedlessly taken for granted!
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I often wondered how this world would be ….
As peaceful as a dove, or as turbulent as the sea.
Oblivious of the nature and its bounties,
as I fix my gaze on the vacuous walls and and its bounties,
my undefined entity yearns to savor the gentle autumn rain and the sunlight on the ripened grains.
I have heard of the birds, who claims the sky; moving in a circle flight as if a spy.
Of a peaceful stroll by the riverside… my dreams… often a vanishing silhouette,
into the manifold shades of the endless misty night.
A hope, a trip, a skip, a scurry ?
My static existence has never quite known a hurry.
Amidst the clam our of my quietude… music soothes,
The company of the naïve adds meaning to my life….. satiating the vast desert
of longings with fulfillment and glee!
Sometimes I am lost in the void of scorn and rage,
searching into the unfathomable depths of nothingness I gauge,
My being….. the whys and the wherefores,
Can I ever possibly leave my footprints without my feet!?
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