Poem By Manaal Shams

Abled or disabled,
Is not really a fable.
When we win races, running hard
The disabled can only move a card
Abled are very lucky,
For they can move, not being sulky
Disabled may cry,
But they can even fly
Fly to success,
Fly to their focus

Abled or disabled,
Is not really a matter.
When abled write fables,
Use hands without matters
Disabled may not write,
But they think of their mights,
And can even build a flight.
They may not be able to take
People from place to place
They can carry words of wisdom
From birthplace to graves
Abled may fly kites
Taking little chocolate bites
Disabled can also fly kites
But with bites of experience in life!

Comments about Abilities

Salutations to you for the high regards you hold for the ability of the differently-abled. Best wishes....

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