Whirlround nature
Fortunate those
That comeup see mirror.
See I am alone
Heights beyond time
Day night.
No hands no legs
Letters of sympathy
Showers all corners
Disability owned.
What to see next
Could not understand
Memories fails
Flashes echoes.
I remained as I am
In the clutches.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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