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Jun 2020
And he'd again come running to me
and i would simply embrace
He was hurt by words spoken ruthlessly
Behind his back and on face.
Will this ever stop, his tears want to know
Why is he cursed when it's not his fault,
Don't you realise It's your "god" who made him so.

You think he can't speak and thus can't bring you fame
Only because he has no voice you consider it a shame.
You think he is boring as a friend
I say, when will these judgement end??
You think he can't talk and so you call him disabled
I say he speaks sweetest, but you'de know only when you'de stop putting labels.

I think it's actually good that God made him dumb
Atleast his words, don't hurt anyone...
And it's you who is it at loss, cause you don't care to see..
But you know what, he has me
And I am always there by his side
However hard you try to fight.
I am never leaving him!
Written by
Lavanya Jain
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