The parents stood at the door of doctor,with a request..
To cure their child.
The doctor looked at the child,so young and tender,hiding behind the clothes of his mother,
With big curious eyes..
What is it that you want to cure?
The doctor asked,with a gentle smile,and extended hand..
The child put his hands,small,tender in those rough hands..
There are some problem here,the mother pointed at the boy..
The doctor smiled a little and nodded..
After the parents left,the doctor turned to the child,picking him up and making him sit,
On the table..
Now,young sir,what is the problem that you face?
The boy looked blankly at the doctor as tears filled his beautiful eyes..
The doctor knew,it was not the child,but the others who had made this sickness..
Looking at the odd clothes,the dresses of the child,the doctor could only swallow the grief..
You are special,my dear,the doctor wishpered..
In this creation, everyone is special..
And you donot need a cure..
