Those tender eyes,
Full of hopes and dreams,
Seem to tell a tale,
A tale of life they live.
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We are different, they say,
Different from you and me.
It needn’t be physical always,
As we are different other ways.
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Some of us like to read,
Some like to paint.
Some need to be cuddled,
And some can’t sit tight.
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Words look dangerous,
Numbers too scare us.
We try to maintain a distance,
As sometimes people seem a menace.
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Take time to understand us,
Give us time to adjust.
Don’t hasten to tag us,
As, the tags, forever exist.
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Kirti V
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