Tun mera khasam mein teri joru,,
Shadi chemical drink tatay short shrink..
Note.Jungle mein mangal,,((Paraplegia))
Zafar Supari killer uses neuro muscular chemical drugs
To induce sudden onset of body weakness to an extent
where subject is not able to move Legs which may further
Lead to Paralysis of whole body.Chemical drink or Injection
prevent messages from the nerve to the muscle.It damages
muscle and nerve function by blocking signals from nerves
to muscles and there is no way to cure paraplegia tetraplegia.
Note.Zafar Supari killer DON is Dangerous..
Nerve chemical is a toxic chemical..
It is colourless and odorless..
It dissolves in water..
It can be delivered in food..
It can be injected to cause plegia..
It causes paraplegia and quadriplegia.
Supari killers use it as silent weapon.
Note.Stay away from Psych Rehab.....
Central Nervous System
The drugs they give
What these drugs do
You have no idea
Dark Syndrome
Weird Feeling
Nervous breakdown
Micro Poisoning
Inner Reaction
Unconscious Mind
Brain Halt
Blurred Vision
Body Jamming
Silent Death.
Note.Suicidal tendency,paraplegia and shocks.
Lesson.Symptoms may vary from person to person.
Helen Keller who amidst deafness and blindness,
Had turned poet, writer, and lady of kindness…
Peter Winkler, who, though, arthritis affected,
Wrote and left his soul, never to feel dejected…
Octavia Buttler with her dyslexia,
Authored science fiction as her euphoria…
Christy Brown though suffered from cerebral palsy,
Wrote with his toe many an elegant story…
John Hockenberry suffered paraplegia,
Wrote and won over his physical inertia…
Who can forget the author of Paradise Lost?
Who had kept his inner eyes vibrant at all cost…
The universe has men and women so many,
Who has proved that physical ills worth no penny...
It's not the hand; it's the poet's heart that volumes write,
Who can bind wings of imaginations at flight?
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Have not crossed the street
in many years
to greet you.
A slice of moon
leaves footprints in blood.
Maintaining the perfection
you start giving names to trees.
Paraplegia:
you start dismanteling the life
in search of romance with death
for immersing the dreams.
Take hold of my arms
I want to invent your portrait
in sands of nocturne.
Drink the milk of silence.
It is dark, but soothing.
Go to sleep.
Satish Verma
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