My hands are short
My sight is weak
My legs are crooked
But I can still speak

I may look ugly
As I am not normal
I envy your freedom
But am quite formal

Wearing heavy specs
And seated on a wheelchair
I try out different activities
When time is spare

My life, starts and ends
With the daily medical checks
A rare disease has caught me
Where my skin suddenly cracks

I am thankful for this life
As I see the disgust around
Sympathies come uninvited
Alien eyes tend to surround

I know my span is limited
To see the outside world
But I am kind of high spirited
I'll see it before am called

Situations may be different
Don't lose possibilities and hope
You are not alone in this
Learn to stand and cope...


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