Stand straight child,
You are not a fault,
Thoughts have shortfalls,
Nature plays the baseball,
You are not alone in tears,
Your straight siblings are aware,
The magic of deformities scare and scars,
With the springs of wrong nectars,
You are the flowers,
Those have the gold dust,
Sprinkled at the horizon,
During dawn and twilight,
That can’t differentiate,
The Night and the day,
Once wake up from sudden sleep,
Move on children,
You have every option,
To excel in life through education,
Ignore all those who have partial vision.
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