His arm is aching
His neck is paining
His leg is raking the lawn
He is pulling this living on and on
Oh god it’s raining
Misfortunes on him it isn’t right
For his whole body below the neck is paralyzed
If you remember December the 13th 2001
This former press photographer was shot by a gun
Which in seconds spun
His whole life by 180 degrees
Look he’s not able to enjoy this beautiful scene
Of the park
This edge so sharp
Changed his lifestyle
The shot in the spine
Took away his smile
The tears he shed could outwit the river Nile
Kids, there are millions of such people
These sections are weaker
They are called disabled but they are not
They are just made differently abled by god
They must get all their rights like we all do
Though they may wear a different kind of shoe
For their emancipation we have a responsibility too
Of the differently abled, never make fun
You may be able to walk and run
Faster than them
But ladies and gentlemen
If you walk in their shoes
You’ll know what is it like to be 22
Sitting on a wheel chair
With no one to share
The sorrow
Having a life so hollow
How would you feel?
If someone else took advantage of you being weak
If a taste of your life was bitter not sweet
To top that a person makes fun of your walk
Obviously it would sound like a dog’s bark
Maybe the bite of a shark
- Bhavjot Singh
Class X Student of Delhi Public School, RK Puram, New Delhi
Son of Dr U Singh
Note: The poem above was written after he gained some knowledge about disability while he was doing a project about the Disabled and Their Problems for his Social Studies assignment. Mind you, my hand in his project was only advisory and to tell him where to get the knowledge from besides sharing experiences with him. The poem he wrote was without my knowledge and was inspired from what happened to Mr Vikram Singh, one of the victims of the Parliament Bomb Blast, December 13, 2001. Mr Vikram Singh was admitted under our care in the hospital and Bhavjot happened to see his photo in one of our posters and was awestruck listening about him. This is being uploaded with the consent of Bhavjot Singh
I feel that the poem, coming from a growing child, can be inspiring for the people in general. I thought let me share this with the people having interest in PMR.
Dr U Singh
Uploaded on www.iapmr.com on December 19, 2005