Poem by Asha
2008; Medknow; Volume: 50; Issue: 2 Linguagem: Inglês
10.4103/0019-5545.42406
ISSN1998-3794
Autores Tópico(s)Family and Disability Support Research
ResumoDedicated to special children… TRYING TO BE… Understand the challenges I face Stop pushing me into the rat race Give me the gift of time and space And freedom to learn at my pace. Frustrated anger and tears of guilt Haunt me day in and day out Upon which my self-esteem is built In a desperate search for a way out. Toys are meant to be broken Don't hoard them in showcases of ignorance Joys are meant to be spoken Don't hide them in prisons of silence Hurt and humiliated, seeking care, When I reach out, Just be there, to share, Don't cancel me out. Children are not parents' images Nor, paradable trophies. Instead of chasing mirages, Accept and love WHAT IS. Your smile and warm hug mean a lot to me In the endless struggle of “TRYING TO BE” Although imperfect, I'M A BEAUTIFUL SOUL LOVING, UNIQUE, ETERNAL, AND WHOLE! Dr. M. R. Asha is a freelance writer, Reiki Practitioner and researcher. Areas of her interest include Energy medicine, Neurolinguistic programming (NLP), Epigenetics, Psychoneuroimmunology, Parapsychology, Sensory neurobiology and Consciousness Research. [ED.: This poem was written in response to the editorial ‘Wake up call from stars on the ground’ Indian J Psychiatry 50(1) Page No. 2 - 4.]
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