Crippled Me
’ve been in dirts and seen the downs
I’ve continually been a verb and no noun
Refuse to help said lotus blooms in mud
But they scrunched me only in the bud
Fell down when stand apart from the row
Crippled me want you to let me grow
I’ve had a dream to visit the mountains
But they broke my sticks left eyes in pain
Plight of eyes got worse when it rained
When my velveteen clay bed turned quicksands
I lost my voice crying for help
And I started to wait for a slow death
That night only me got fortunate
I saw the horrible view of pseudo humanity
Flooded away my pride, conscience
Later but my broken sticks at prime
Here am going to get lucky lad
Another crippled will kick the mean world
Enjoying slowly dying to live peacefully
And elevated without sticks to get wings
Once couldn’t walk under the weight of miseries
It was a nightmare of me, they need not be sorry
Can’t see you with this height, today i got wings to fly
To be honest am blessed they did let me die.
Copyright © Urvashi Goswami | Year Posted 2020
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