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