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He looked at her

In her eyes he could see

‘She was not diseased, She was not uncapable’

‘She was just a cast away..

Tagged unfit by society’

like him


And as she struggled to accept

That she is different from others

He stood by her

Hoping she remains stubborn and rude

Maybe hateful even but strong enough to rescue

her own self,  from her own cage

From  never ending circle of dependence and helplessness


And together they headed

A little white frail girl in a wheel chair

Taken for a walk by a rugdy brown man

Talking about beautiful sunny bright days

As the whole neighbourhood stared..

Some Eyeing,  some cursing, some gasping

But never seeing in their unblessed minds

The beauty of two souls crossing the purgatory, hand in hand J


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