(On World Autism Day, April 02)
He does not know: why the world is unkind,
He's lost somewhere and being left behind,
To his happiness, everyone turns blind;
Complex thoughts arise in his immature mind.
He speaks with discontinuous speech,
At comprehension's threshold which can't reach;
His eyes trying to show a hidden beseech,
A cry: 'Help! My Life Is Suffering Breach.'
Asks: Is there any room in world for him?
Will you stand by to help him show his vim?
Road to reach Utopian World is long,
Oust his mental weakness to make him strong
So, provide him with his right, don't do wrong,
Ecstasy will spread, he'll sing happy song!
April 02,2022
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