I wait to get a tender glance,
I did not create this circumstance.
I want to be looked at like the rest,
Why did life for me have to be such a big test.

Like other children I cannot dance,
Neither can I hop and prance.
Like other children I cannot skip,
Neither can I do a flip.

Life for me is so lonely,
Filled with deep pain and agony.
Was I supposed to get only tears,
No happiness, and only fear.

I too want to run and play,
I want to mold statues of clay.
I wish to feel the cool grass under my feet,
My friends, I too want to meet.

Please don’t look at me with disdain,
I request one single chance to explain.
Its not my fault, I was born this way,
I never wished for my life to be grey.

Nobody chooses to be born with a disability,
We certainly need more sensitivity.
Stop looking at us like prickles on a rose bush,
Don’t be that someone who gives us a push.

By “Maja Malhotra”