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Seaweeds and Fish
Strapped in their wheelchairs
Protected,
They play innocent games
The big hall reverberates with their laughter
I sit in the corner
Watch them,
I see the mutated genes
The broken links of covalent bonds
The damaged sequence of phosphates and sugars
I wonder what might have been
With that extra helping of folic acid
In broccoli and beans
Or an additional tablet of B12 or thiamine
But who would have known
Yet
Optimism shines as they continue to play
The ceiling lights
Make up for a cloudy day
They dodge the big ball and
Play grandma’s steps
The instructor is in a wheel chair too
How life’s little routines
Assert their importance
He gives them tips
They tackle the little ramp of rubber sheets
Celebrate their triumph on descent from that Everest
Learn to maneuver through obstacles
Like fish through seaweeds
Opening doors,
I wish life were like this playroom
THE ABILITY TO SEE SO MUCH
Dear Shazi: I like this poem and it is quite touching especially after reading that it was the personal experience you share with your son that inspired the lines. Deep and moving indeed! I wish you could have pondered a little more in pensive quietude and added a lot more. Nevertheless I, as I told you above, like it a lot. Keep it up my friend. Inspiration is at its heights in solitude and an environment that compels you to pen down the thoughts overflowing in your heart and mind. All the best. May Allah Almighty bless you.
Muhammad Naveed Ahmed.
Pen name:Emmenay.
Yahoo email ID:Ambitious7
Initials: M.N. Ahmed.