Dedicated to those who live with disabilities or debilitating diseases,
But never give up.
You are amazing!
‘Tis not difficult,
When the same breath,
You take for granted,
The same vital red,
That animates veins, mine and yours.
Leaves me gasping,
Wanting for more.
Yet all I get, is a black vacuum,
And tubes, slithering invasively,
Down my parched throat.
‘Tis not difficult,
When chores you think common,
Or when you go,
Bounding up those stairs,
I am left watching from sidelines,
Or staggering through,
On crutches, taking my time,
Or forever being wheelchair,
Or bed bound;
All I do is lumber behind.
‘Tis not difficult
When love, lust and progeny,
Mankind’s ancient legacy,
Are denied to me,
For mayhap my flesh is weak,
Or my womb sterile,
Nevermind that in my soul,
Atlas himself resides,
And my heart is,
Like a child’s, agile.
O! ’tis truly difficult when,
You, as mortal as me,
In essence, just as weak,
Treat me like I’m born of clay,
You judge me by my affliction,
Mock me, pity me, fake affection.
Why must you think if you push me too hard,
I may, stumble, I may shatter,
Or worse still, give up on life?
End my grim existence, riddled with strife?
I’m not weak, not pitiable either,
I want not sympathy, indifference neither.
While ’tis true my ‘normal’ ain’t yours,
I still yearn for a life as ‘full’ as yours.
Dream I do, just as you too,
Ambitions I have just as strong,
Yet, unlike you,
Bewailing hollow mishaps,
Destiny has assigned me,
A greater wrong.
But even so, life to me is beautiful,
It has it’s moments of misery, but still,
Each morn when I wake up alive,
I thank the Gods for gifting me a ‘life’.
A ‘duty to live’,
The God’s unto me bequeathed,
And this honour,
To my end days I shall keep.
O Death, holding that scythe, begone!
The day for my return, has not yet dawned.
The will and the chance to live,
Beats strong within my breast,
I’ll fight along, till the day of the final rest.
And when then, on my death bed I shall lay,
Dear Death! I won’t fear you, nay,
For my heart, old or young,
Shall be content with memories long,
Of a ‘life’ lived in it’s true sense,
Where the vessel perchance weak,
But the soul was iron- strong.
Copyright ©2017 by Pradita Kapahi.
All rights reserved.
Images Credits: dennisflarsen at www.pixabay.com
Good one Pradita…liked it…
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Thanks a lot Sangbad 😊
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Not to mention
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Wonderful and damn inspiring 💖
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Thank you 😊
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Haven’t read many of your poems Pradita. But I loved this one for sure! 😊
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Thanks a lot 😊 Means much
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❤ you’re welcome!
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😊😊😊😊
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This poem gives a new hope. Beautifully written.
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Thank you Sir 😊
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👏👏👏
Heart touching
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Thanks 😊
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Pradita,
Commendable!
“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in your weakness.”
This is what God declares to us as written in the Bible.
His grace fills the sort comings in our weaknesses of any sort whether we are disabled, troubled with difficult illnesses or normal human being with some difficult life situations.
You had reflected your heart’s cry… A cry which literally burst out very strongly in this poem.
You have a talent which touches people deep down in their hearts. Keep using that till the end. God bless you!
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Thank you so much for that encouragement Chiradeep…. You keep inspiring us 😊 😊 😊
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Anytime…
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Nice one Pradita
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Thanks 😊
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Welcome
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You know by now how much this poem speaks to me, you write like silk, it smoothes over the page and it touches the soul. It’s something wonderful to read for struggling times.
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Thank you girl! You made my day… And now you have to wait for my confession. I’ll be emailing you tonight 😊
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Thanks quite alright Pradita. I’ve only jut come back to blogging after a small break since things have gotten intense with certain things but I’m trying to manage hence I may miss some posts. You can e-mail when you are free as we both understand each other. ☺
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Yes… I know you underdtand… But Ive kept you waiting this long too. So mail i shall…. The draft has been lying in my folder for some days now. So see you tonight 😊
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Nicely done. There is much in this poem that resonates with me having spent a large part of my childhood shuttling between hospitals.
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Thanks a lot 😊 Glad you could realte to it.
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Nicely done. Great Post.!!! it is say too much in silent way.
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Thanks a lot for stopping here and commenting 😊
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Your Welcome Pradita !
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🙂 🙂
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beautiful…..important…..sincere……..loved this!!! 🙂 🙂
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Thanks a lot 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Dream I do, just as you do..those who are weak at heart are only really weak..so beautifully written
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That is so right girl. I know a few people who inspite of their disabilities and diseases still carry on, still fight on every single day. They are true heros. True fighters. Our problems seem so small before theirs.
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Pradita, these are inspiring words and I have a friend who is differently abled but the sky is the limit for her. I normally don’t use disabled…there is a story for it:)
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Such people are so inspiring! I’ve come to know two such people and they refuse to give up or be bitter in life. And we, who have much to be था kful for, on the contrary, crib about stupid things. What’s the story behind not using the term? I’d love to know. You could email me if you dont want to discuss it here.
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In fact, when I just started my career as a sub-editor, I’ve kept disabled and next day my boss called me to give an earful. It was a Monday I remember and she said ki it’s insenstive. We started to use differently abled and till now. It was a learning lesson. Sorry for late reply. I went to that Indian Food Mela and had Dahi wada plus Pav Bhaji. Remember I told you last time.
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Ohhhh yes! How was it? Bet you had your fill
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Yeah it was fine…earlier years better. Over priced though 100 bucks for pav bhaji
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OMG! That’s chor bazari, as they say in Hindi. But it’s abroad, so kya karein?
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Haan ji but was fine matlab taste 😉
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Then koi gall nahin. it was all worth it in the end 😉
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Like they say All Izz well. Met a couple of people I know, as well:)
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Great! 🙂
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