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Special Children: A poem by Piya Ghosh

Children of a lesser God
Unique and exceptional;
Though differently abled
But gifted and special.

Burdened by chromosomal disorders,
Devoid of light and lustre;
Cloaked by autism, cerebral palsy,
Erased of smiles and laughter.

Afflicted by physical deformities
And mental illnesses galore;
Swimming against adversities
Armed with a strong inner core.

Endowed with a sixth sense,
Intuitive qualities and talent;
They’re powerhouses of energy,
Potential immense and latent.

Their treasure troves are waiting
To be unearthed and discovered;
These buds will certainly blossom
If nourished and nurtured.