creaking…cracking
under weight of
its master..
murmuring yet
dutiful
the old loyal
servant wheelchair
wheelchair says;
how I wish
to faithfully
serve
just to take my
master places
so many places…
with so many steps
why I was denied
access???
why I can’t go
everywhere???
I have no access
to places
my master has no
access to life…
whey am I
restricted to do my duty
steps..steps..steps…everywhere
powerful and
possessive steps
sometimes I need
to two people
sometimes ten….
with no dignity to
maintain
where do I go
..how do i ?
I am tired of
trying to take my master
similarly my
master tired of his life
so here I retired
of re-trying
oh..India..the
land of high culture
spirituality
overflowing…
where has gone the
respect for human beings??
on wheelchairs…??
the land of
destiny…but ours written by some
of insensitivity,
negligence and sheer inertia
like bodies of our
masters..
people don’t look
at the
daily grind we
undergo…
bearing the wear
and tear
on the bumpy
roads…
some times I
feel..
I want to take
rest in India…
but when I cant
stop my duty..
when half india is
like disabled…
with lot of
hopes..smiles..on life
how can I stop?
let the wheel
wheels…as long as there is life occupying it!!
to embrace life
with positive mind!!
Let the whole
world go cripple without thinking them!
I will still
remain faithful, loyal as ever!!!
Let me navigate
thru this inaccessible world!!
for a better and
able tomorrow!!
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