by ROOP REKHA BHASKAR
Categorized by intellect; Cataloged by handicap.
Molded by genes and sperms.
Chosen few, geniuses – Born to rule the world.
Special malady – Born for the world to rule them.
Why these differences? You created us all.
And we cannot question You.
Ace athletes; sprint as fast as the wind,
Spin a ball to grab that winning point.
Some doomed in a wheelchair from the time they are born.
You are the Supreme Force! Why this preference.
Can we question You?
Fancied beauties, win the diamond crown.
But hideous faces, scarred for heavenly reasons,
Shun the mirror, unable to see their mangled plight.
Were they Paradise favorites, before you gave them form?
You are the All Sufficient. Why discriminate?
Some create music – sing hymns in Your praise.
But what about the muted beings, and who cannot hear the chimes?
Some sketch the flora; through the lens shoot Mother Nature.
Yet some rotate in pitch dark - black is all they see.
Why the partiality, blinding my friends?
Deformed yet noble humans!
They are God’s special beings.
The only language they know is - love.
We shut our eyes to their existence.
Cannot perceive their silence.
We dispense them as useless.
Why do we belittle these Special Angels?
Because, Handicap are we, who cannot see them whole