Different Strokes

Those tender eyes,

Full of hopes and dreams,

Seem to tell a tale,

A tale of life they live.


We are different, they say,

Different from you and me.

It needn’t be physical always,

As we are different other ways.


Some of us like to read,

Some like to paint.

Some need to be cuddled,

And some can’t sit tight.


Words look dangerous,

Numbers too scare us.

We try to maintain a distance,

As sometimes people seem a menace.


Take time to understand us,

Give us time to adjust.

Don’t hasten to tag us,

As, the tags, forever exist.


Kirti V

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