The moment our eyes met, a connection was felt
He smiled a smile which I had never before met
I took his hand and he shook it hard
Out sprouted his excitement which was all this while jarred!
He saw a winged elephant in a flying cloud
He created an angel with a clay mould
He clapped, he jumped, he laughed aloud
He dint seem to care about the reaction of the crowd
We sat at the window and he sang for me
His creativity was strewn across for all to see
All he needed was my attention, he wanted the time to freeze
Though Innocent and gullible, he was not easy to appease
He was a big man but his mind was that of a child
But why was he here even though his imagination ran very wild
I have everything and yet I always cribbed
With all his disability he still rejoiced
He did cry when I bid goodbye
But I had to let go, my heart was dry
I just had one question when I looked up at the sky
Just tell me god, Why??
I taught at Spastic society of Karnataka for one summer. The first day when I entered the classroom full of kids of age 13-15, one kid who had never opened his mouth for the last two years smiled at me.
As I sat next to him and tried to teach him 2nd standard math, he just held my hand tight and never wanted to let go.. He never spoke a word but smiled at me for hours holding my hand.. eventually he started singing and responding to me.. the teachers there said this was some improvement they had seen in quite some time... That evening when his mom came to pick him up the teacher told his mom what happened and she was in tears... she shook my hand and said thanks.. She was a poor lady whose husband always accused her for giving birth to a spastic son..
I had done nothing... I had no idea what made that child so fond of me... Had he felt the affection, which he always wanted, when I held his hand for hours.. I had no clue..
I had gone there just to help out but I felt so wanted.. More than him I felt so rewarded that evening...
