he's a polio victim
a grade three pupil
walking so uneasy
on what seems to be
uneven floors
we were walking
together and then
he met another
child, soon to be
his classmate,
this harelipped
child not so tall
than him
they were exhanging
glances and then
shared these smiles
soon they were
playing on the
school grounds
a beautiful sight
shared laughters
not minding
what defects
are there
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