Beware of these simple souls!
Their eyes have inbuilt strong x-rays,
Ears are tuned to supersonic waves,
Skins are sensitive to heat and cold
But tolerance level may reach to sky.
Their hands and feet move from zenith to nadir
Fear them not,
They are neither demons nor terrorists.
Among the grass, they are greener in shade
And among the trees- pines.
We feel them through the throbs of our blood
And are enriched by their waves of thoughts.
They are our neglected kins
The poets, musicians, painters et al.
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