May 2017
A** baby was born to two angels,
Sweet more than honey he was,
Page another in history added,
Enriched as the parent's beloved,
Rosary of loneliness he beaded,
Groups he was always hesitated,
Enshrined in my body he was,
Robbed of happiness always,
Securing his own spheres.
Sweet more than honey he was,
Page another in history added,
Enriched as the parent's beloved,
Rosary of loneliness he beaded,
Groups he was always hesitated,
Enshrined in my body he was,
Robbed of happiness always,
Securing his own spheres.
I have been diagnosed with the adult version of Asperger's Syndrome and it is not a disease but it is just a condition where slight to extreme repulsiveness to the social spheres creeps up the nerves of a really intelligent fellow due to the sequence of events in their life and they usually have a high IQ but fail to understand social interactions.
My HP Poem #1537
©Atul Kaushal
My HP Poem #1537
©Atul Kaushal
