A bench under the window sill
Occupied by a boy rather timid
The sky so bright the lawns so vivid
The world outside, so much a thrill
They said he was different
Rather called differently able
A note lay on the teachers’ table
“Lost his hands, calm but valiant”
Parents killed, arms cut
Tried hard but the doc said sorry no luck
A life on bread makes his own buck
But a smile plastered to the face, struck.
A true fighter a survivor he was,
A student amidst all on the side bench
A thirst he was waiting to quench
Yet a smile, yes that silent applause!
Always mocked at but that didn’t matter,
A world of forgiveness no further to explore
Not a fist to clench therefore,
A smile out of the window sill to scatter!
-Appy H. Purohit(15/2/2011)
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