As I walked down the corridor
I see laughter in him
It flowers again
The hope
The dream
The chase
The wheelchair
He realized is not a confinement
But that which wheels the bonded physique
Between the pain and pleasure.
It flowers again
As I watched his face aglow
Radiating many possibilities
And he mustered his energy
As he wheels his way towards the light.
The hope
The dream
The chase
Shadows him
Along with the smile
And the look from his teary eyes,
I know he hopes
And, I hope too,
In his mind, he hops with faith.
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Faith be a more precious accommodation than the chair that carries the holder of it.
ReplyDeleteNice blog...
ReplyDeleteHope is the only reason why we wish to be alive even in the most difficult timessss..
Keep it up..
hum... life moves in hope. nice poem
ReplyDeleteand then...what if what we hope for does not happen? We adjust and we find fulfillment in other ways.
ReplyDeleteHop in Hope/faith...interesting the human mind is :)
ReplyDeleteNice poem, Cyclops...perhaps Jeevan was in my mind reading this...and he is here -- we all live through disabilities, difficulties -- but life has that inbuilt hope :)
wishes,
devika