With a broken wrist
on my right hand
due to a fall at a litfest in city
I staggered back on a Sunday noon
swelling, pain and fear ,
helpless to do anything...
then consultation, x’ray, surgery,
implant inside with a stout bandage,
a sling to announce my incapacity
as my bank balance drained.
dependency for every small thing....
shattered and desperate i sit .
not used for a such a state
my mind raising to tempers
whole personality changed
to irritation seeking loneliness.
and as mind was calm once
my left is fine it dawned...
my memory clicked pictures
of children and others , with no hands
at birth or mutated due to mishap ;
browsing the internet on laptop
got inspired; my left hand fingers started
typing on keyboard slowly and wrongly
determination helped speed with no mistakes
and after sixty days my first left handed poem
I dedicate to all those with various disabilities;
and surgeons, assistants and nurses,
others who helped to cope up in hospital bed
and family and friends kind enough to care
with constant dos and donts as i move around -
now with an arm band and a smile on my face!
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