He lost his eyes,
When he was just five.
He can't see now,
He can make ways thou.
He can tell everything,
Which is in his surrounding.
He is the special person,
Not blind but god's child.
He can't walk properly,
He has polio probably.
But his dreams are big,
His mind gave him wing.
He is super talent in his class,
He is his school's super star.
He is not disable child
But he is god's child.
He can't speak properly,
God made him mute suddenly.
But he is sixer king in his team,
Being a cricketer is his dream.
He is just learning cricket,
But want to be in IAS grade.
Oh!! He is not a mute kite,
He is just god's child.
Don't think these children disable
They have a talents to be special
They are children of god
They can do what they want.
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