Life is the maze of winding streets.
Unable to move further,
Because the legs were glued.
Yearning to move,
Irregular storms.
Washes away from the shore again and again.
When asked for help,
Doors were shut down.
They look as if they are going to eat me,
Just because of my disability.
I struggle in my heart,
Without understanding
Where to go?
The gates of my house were
Tightly latched, once I go inside.
Same gates unlatched for the strangers
Where shall I go?
No home to stay.
Parents rejects to offer help.
Heart bleeds, even though I smile.
Where shall I find peace?
Tiny heart is magnified with
Uncountable problems.
None to share the feelings.
None to take care.
None to console.
What shall I do?
Where shall I find peace?
Where to go?
I progressed into the house of Almighty.
I find peace by shedding out
My precious pearls under the presence of
Almighty. Sometimes I stumble with
Lack of happiness,
But I restored it,
By His outstanding
Love.
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