|Year : 2015 | Volume
| Issue : 1 | Page : 116
Sagar A Borker1, Shruthi Bhat2
1 Department of Community Medicine, KVG Medical College, Sullia, Dakshina Kannada, Karnataka, India
2 Department of Anatomy, KVG Medical College, Sullia, Dakshina Kannada, Karnataka, India
|Date of Web Publication||19-Feb-2015|
Sagar A Borker
Department of Community Medicine, KVG Medical College, Sullia, Dakshina Kannada, Karnataka
Source of Support: None, Conflict of Interest: None
|How to cite this article:|
Borker SA, Bhat S. Differently abled. J Mahatma Gandhi Inst Med Sci 2015;20:116
I talk to my wheel chair, all day long
Her wheels screws and nuts I seem to hear from her a melodious song.
My spectacles are worn out the lens shambles along
I try to cajole them, at last we get along.
My hearing aid screams, shrills and shrieks
When seeing my expressions she becomes clairvoyant, smiles and geeks.
I order my crutches never again from me do they stay away
For if help need for both of us be it night or day
I can't read but can visualize
I can't hear but can synchronize
I can't walk but can collaborate
I can't remember but can adjudicate
I think of me as different abilities an asset to all around
Need there be any plebiscite
I can do what others can't even dream to try vociferously reconcile.
I think of me of different capabilities my world so magnanimously energetic
Not a drop of tear or single perturbed thought
Makes me sound anyway, lifeless or static.
A flower without petals is a flower anyway
Insane lame blind deaf imbecile connote whatever you may.
Moments that measure a man is not one of comfort or convenience
But when challenges and controversy heads high, stands thy man of substance.