TELLING IS NOT JUST FILLING. IT SHOULD BE AN YELLING OF COLLECTED FEELING!

GRANNIES DIE BUT THEIR VIRTUES DON’T.   I can’t see her anymore: She had left and gone far, By leaving an indelible fingers mark, By bestowing a stifling darkness!   She flew away to taste, The territorial life and memory, On a detached aboard, Being undisturbed by the maternal longings!   Like a life warrior, She led many battles, Being defeated by some and destroying none, With the artillery of love and wisdom!   With the strong naked feet, She traversed many a mile, Not just on Greenfields She scaled our ups and downs too!   Was not designated: As a teacher or a doctor, But exceled in both, Through the preach and practice of truth!   Her turmeric yellow countenance: Was the domesticated golden sun, Kept launching our day’s morning, Rewarded enough light to shine!   Her lips commended and several hands obeyed: Acquired that experiential mastery, Reducing any bigger into little was he...

A DAY OF DARKNESS.   The day is constituted, To make the exclusion bigger, The other days in the year, Join to make the separation speak!   Some give fingers, But keep their hands with them, A few gives hand, But their fingers do not fit in!   We ask for a path, To strive, love and lead, But they give us a road, Where our agony and anxiety bleed!   With your name Sun schemes, You put us in shame and tame, From your list and twist, You feel us with low and blow!   The disability day is pedantically international, But the treatment given to us is pretty local, Politically our voices are not vocal, The day is not far for the darkness to twinkle!   Our legal jobs are denied, By pointing the irrevocable blindness. On par existence gets declined, Teach the society to be inclusively inclined!   Allow us wherever you are, Make us hear whatever you listen, Let us all receive whatever you see, ...

N UNPRAGMATIC RATIONALISTS.   The weavers of senses, Precisely the custodians of sixth, In gatherings, on stages and shows, A tenacious Appeal to the wisdom, Charge down to fabricate the brines!   But do not comprehend, The desperation, pain and agony, And the voiceless experience, Of the blind and handicap, Radically left undelivered!   From the doctrine enchanted, They tend to exclude, The dogmas of the disabled. But they claim and assert, They speak for all and ignore none!   Let the intellectuals, Be cautioned and educated, About the language and life, That enfolds miseries and histories, Of those designated to be dependent!   Be ashamed at least, The speakers of radical thought, Being unaware of the coexisting race, You pester them with an approach, Of unlettered, ungrown, unwanted!   You incapacitate your vision: When not lifting those to be lifted. And you exhibit your position, Of...

THE MONEY MONSTERS!   They have the riches, Stored up to worship, The lord of avaricious luxury, Right through day and night.   They have a heart, Textured and fed out of greed, That swallows everything, From mammals to reptiles!   They have an arm: That stretches any further, To confiscate, seize, snatch, The possession of poor and the marginal!   They have a market: To commodify and advertise, The health, culture and emotions, Of the largest dispossessed section!   They carry an arrogance: That belittles anyone, who are Before, beside and below, to them in size and stature!   They have a calculation: That does a tricky magic, In their shameless gaining game, Even a zero could jump high and dance!   They have a contact: With those who cyclostyle, Them, in temperament and taste, To nurture their egotistical inheritors!   They own massive valuables: But give to none, Betw...

I  AM BLIND NOT DIFFERENTLY ABLED!   I am a human like you: I Do possess what you all have, But you construct me, By pinpointing differences, To brand me as differently abled!   Resting upon my anatomy: You do trace out, My lacks and vacuums. With your gifted ability, You sit-down to shape my disability!   As you experience, My sleeps do give dream. As you relish, My tongue too has an appetite. Then why I am treated as unusual?   Don’t tell often, I am exceptionally unique. I too fail, regret, rebuke. I have the same day and night, For me also, they go bright and dark!   I am not distinct: A poison, or, a gun or a knife, Would attack, destroy and kill me. I don’t have rebirth, As none have on this planet!   Am I dissimilar? My hair and nail grow, To the colour and size of yours. So, as yours, my skin shine and decline, To the shiny young, and feebly old!   Do you think I a...

THE SURROGATE HANDS AND EYES.   Pair of proxy eyes: Gaze down to read, Questions, then write, The answers we feed.   The word handwriting: Gets uncompounded, Because, hands are theirs, Being written alone is ours!   At times, the concepts prepared: Don’t go into the paper, Because, they own the signs, Afterall, what We have is just minds!   What the hands beget: Letters of beauty or ugly, We cannot decide them, My god! we shouldn’t even aside them!   If they don’t capture: Our life on the paper, To us it has been here, As a nervous affair!   They are denoted as scribes: Neither a teacher nor a friend, Our dictation they do inscribe, To us the certificates and jobs that alone ascribe!   We hire Their arms: But they don’t rent their emotions, While penning inside if that operate? Right through, in us it reverberates!   This is a mind game: Of course, it shapes our fame, By...

THE HELL OF THE BLIND SELLER.   The iron compartments: Are tired of my footprints, Because I walk often, To trade away my glutton!   I sell products: But they buy my blindness, I exhibit fortitude, That’s being dismissed by service attitude!   Sometimes my stocks: Remain unpurchased, Like my educational stuff, Being unattended by salaried jobs!   Has voyage got a risk? I know not, But with blindness and travel merchandising, My pain is colossal than Columbus!   To taste a drop: Of the transient money, I drink an ocean of, Insult, pain and agony!   I am unable to sell: On platform, and near stations, Because they are being sold, to the ruler of the power hold!   I am being chased: During vending, from there and here, And from the family and the public spere, Then, certainly I have nowhere!   My back and leg also ache: But they don’t hire, or allow me, To retail under a ro...