I wrote this ages ago. I feel it's my best one ever. It's about physically disabled people. I have friends who are hearing and speech impaired and blind. I've often wondered why they were created that way...this poem explains it in the best way I could
You ask me why, my only reply-
'Stayed up to watch the bright sun rise'
'You could catch a cold for being so bold'
But wait, the end is a surprise.
I watched the leaves on the mango trees,
And the clouds forming little gray seas.
'Where is my sun', I cry,
'I didn't stay up for fun, please try!'
I watch the horizon from my hard-cushioned bed
So anxious, I couldn't lay down my head.
Thoughts wander to a good old friend,
Who can read this only with amend.
I recalled the lesson of the day-
A sentry blinded in a land far away.
Yet so dear to my heart are these two blind friends
One from war, the other heaven sends.
Feelings traverse from grief to pain-
The emotions from which no one can gain,
Then sorrow, pity and anguish appear
Making me feel like a grand seer.
'But where is my sun,
You rust-coloured bun
Show me the glory of day
Appear to me at once', I say.
I sit patiently hearing cawing crows
An early auto rickshaw roars,
I feel left out of the crickets chirp
To make up-my response is but a burp.
And then as if to cheer my weary soul
Again my mind goes out of control.
Memories of a girl, my own age
Her ears and tongue with no usage.
That's when I ponder
Begin to wonder,
'O creator of earth and sky
Answer my question-"Why?"
Why create me so perfectly free?
And them so needy of glee?'
With an almighty pounce
The creator's response-
'If not for them would you give glory to me?
If not for them with all their defects
Would you realize that you're so perfect?'
Discarding this thought
With my sun I fought
'Why don't you shine
So I can recline?'
So long I wait
Maybe it's just too late
I rest without care
My mind in the air.
But while sweet dreams caress my soul
The sky above goes out of control
Orange and rust and pink and gold-
Colours of clothing often sold
And me with my eyes and ears and tongue intact
Completely oblivious of this rapidly rising fact-
That He gives some to us and some to others
Not only so we may ruffle our feathers,
But also that we may praise his splendour
And bask in the glory of His own grandeur.
Poetry by Parnika
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Written on 2006-08-12 at 17:16
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Rise,Sun,Rise
'I didn't sleep a wink last night!'You ask me why, my only reply-
'Stayed up to watch the bright sun rise'
'You could catch a cold for being so bold'
But wait, the end is a surprise.
I watched the leaves on the mango trees,
And the clouds forming little gray seas.
'Where is my sun', I cry,
'I didn't stay up for fun, please try!'
I watch the horizon from my hard-cushioned bed
So anxious, I couldn't lay down my head.
Thoughts wander to a good old friend,
Who can read this only with amend.
I recalled the lesson of the day-
A sentry blinded in a land far away.
Yet so dear to my heart are these two blind friends
One from war, the other heaven sends.
Feelings traverse from grief to pain-
The emotions from which no one can gain,
Then sorrow, pity and anguish appear
Making me feel like a grand seer.
'But where is my sun,
You rust-coloured bun
Show me the glory of day
Appear to me at once', I say.
I sit patiently hearing cawing crows
An early auto rickshaw roars,
I feel left out of the crickets chirp
To make up-my response is but a burp.
And then as if to cheer my weary soul
Again my mind goes out of control.
Memories of a girl, my own age
Her ears and tongue with no usage.
That's when I ponder
Begin to wonder,
'O creator of earth and sky
Answer my question-"Why?"
Why create me so perfectly free?
And them so needy of glee?'
With an almighty pounce
The creator's response-
'If not for them would you give glory to me?
If not for them with all their defects
Would you realize that you're so perfect?'
Discarding this thought
With my sun I fought
'Why don't you shine
So I can recline?'
So long I wait
Maybe it's just too late
I rest without care
My mind in the air.
But while sweet dreams caress my soul
The sky above goes out of control
Orange and rust and pink and gold-
Colours of clothing often sold
And me with my eyes and ears and tongue intact
Completely oblivious of this rapidly rising fact-
That He gives some to us and some to others
Not only so we may ruffle our feathers,
But also that we may praise his splendour
And bask in the glory of His own grandeur.
Poetry by Parnika
Read 802 times
Written on 2006-08-12 at 17:16
Tags Sunrise Disabilities
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