Seaweeds and Fish

Strapped in their wheelchairs


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


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

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My son has had a new power chair and went on a training course with other children with similar disabilities, I ws his escort, I watched them and was so moved by the experience that I had to share it with you all. Enjoy

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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

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