A Little Conversation...

“Hey my name’s kamal, I am a little lonely

Would you take out some time, sit with me?

And would you like to listen to my little story,

However, I must warn, it isn’t the most pleasant thing!

So I was born at about 7 pounds, healthy and kicking.

My mother used to tell that my smile was the sweetest.

So I grew up happy, laughing, playing

But then fate took my little test!

I was playing football, with my friends in my compound!

Just then someone kicked it hard, the ball rolled out

I ran out on the street, in my playful innocence,

The bus speeding towards me, I didn’t sense.

I lost my legs sir, lost them forever.

I couldn’t play like before, never!

Yes my extra care, the other kids did take,

But it’s the look of sympathy in their eyes, I couldn’t shake!

I know no one will become my best friend.

And girlfriends are out of the question, aren’t they?

I can’t even mix in with “normal” people without getting stares,

I am with the other people, still so far away!

But then something happened, which made even me feel lucky

I saw the other “handicapped”, the people like me.

Some don’t have hands, some can’t see,

But they don’t have money too, and parents like me

Though I did realize I was not alone,

I am not the only “different” one

Amidst the stares and the disgusts,

My sorrow is shared, and so is my fun

Anyways, I’ll take a leave now sir, I got to go,

I gotta work hard sir, become successful

Although I know that no one ever thought so!

I guess, I’ll just have to prove them wrong!”

So that was it, I then saw him wheeling down the alley

I marvelled at his pride, his determination, his simplicity

And then, without a warning, or my knowing

A tear dropped from my eye, and fell in front of me.