Wednesday, July 28, 2010

95) Disabled or enabled

95) Disabled or enabled


I was walking in the midst of
the busy motley crowd,
yet alone nibbling my left fingers,
for the right hand was laden with
the load of vegetable bag.
A sudden noise stops me:
Tut! Tut! Tut!
The measured beat on the road,
it was a walking stick,
serving just as a third eye,
as a vision of wisdom for the lost man,
The stick slender but sturdy,
substitutes his loss of his leg,
I was pondering at the philosophy,
machines move, man is marooned,
Tut! Tut! Tut! The fast moving vehicles,
The man on the moped,
all despaired, driven to a halt,
The handicapped was muttering,
cursing the polio that affected him young,
even unable to wipe the sweat on his forehead,
yet he buried his pains for long ago reconciled
his loss of his vital part of his existence.
not one impediment but many-----the sweat, the heat
and the melting tar and the jarring sound of the horns
impatient, yet impossible to nullify,
“cursed be the polio, cursed be the polio”,
his lips muttered as he moved along the crowd,
sudden, the handicapped senses the crossing of a dog,
he stops, Tut! Tut! Tut!
He cannot afford to be
as impatient as the others,
nearby a cell phone rings softly,
for it reminds he needs be different.

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