When I see some people’s indifference
To autistic divine beings,
It makes my head reel.
Therefore I make of the healing
Power of Arts, poetry, more precisely
To act as Archmedes’ fulcrum
To move those immovable hearts.
The world cannot forever be lost
I celebrations exultant in
An explosion of multidimensional emotions
Leaving certain equations of life unsolved.
Look at those autistic divine beings,
Arms stretching out for cuddles,
Without judging you by your creed or color.
They need you, your love, not your pity.
They may not be great painters
And yet, they are miniaturists producing
Small works of Art and musicians
Creating mellifluous music in tones sweet.
Take those sacred beings into your folds,
Comprehending their minds and their hearts
Like a sonata melting, enrapturing you.
Just think for a while
That our bodies are made
As of similar material and our souls
Related with unbreakable strands.
Kiss them, hug them, touch them,
Let their positive energy flow to you,
Altruistic and friendly, they lead you
To groundbreaking discoveries,
Unfurling your wings to fly
To those heights where love,
The law of life reigns.
pramila khadun
A commendably incisive,heartfelt and insightful work.
Thanks my dear friend Louis for this mind blowing comment, love it.
Soul-stirring.Genuine.Lovely.
Thanks dear Vijay for this encouraging comment.
Deep message there…….I love your poems Mrs Khadun 🙂
Thanks dear Anoucheka for appreciating my poems, so kind of u.