Wednesday, February 23, 2011

I am one of you

I may be socially impaired
I may not  respond to you
I may not even smile back at you
But I am still one of you

I may not look the same like you
I may think and act differently
I may be lost in my own world
But I am still one of you

I may show unusual gestures
I may have different vocal patterns
You may call me language impaired
But I am still one of you

I may behave abruptly
I may injure myself sometimes
I may act a little insistent
But I am still one of you

I may not be able to concentrate
I may lack interest in things you like
I may typecast behavior frequently
But I am still one of you

I may not become as big as dad
or I may not make my way out
I may even die trying to get up
But I am still one of you

This may be a lifeless life
A flightless existence you may call it
A little attention is all I need
and then I can be one of you...!



Can't we do our bit to help people dealing with autism? Cant we help them finding their ways out?
Help them figure out their wings. They surely will fly!

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

awesome is the word

Savira Gupta said...

Nice to see you back! and what a way to make your comeback....
Loved it

Savira Gupta said...

What a way to make a comeback! Loved it

Anonymous said...

Nice poem for the people who are suffering from autism. Keep it up :)
Really i liked it very much. To see people who cares for others too :)

Sayak Shome said...

Of their nonexistence,
We pretend.
Because their language,
We can't comprehend.

D2 said...

The question is not about helping them fly. It is about helping them fit in in their own way, so they feel comfortable and can, in a manner of speaking, ignore their own disabilities. Then they can do anything.
Nice poem, Surbhi. :)