Life On A Wheelchair

Nov 16, 2022

1 min read

By Sameer Kirplani

He sits all day exploring

thoughts in his mind.

Hums music and recreates

Some comfy vibes.

Watches time get old

And waits till the tired sun

goes to sleep.

Plays with some insects

and a ladybug he calls Irene.

Wondering, what would it be

if even he could walk and be free.

By Sameer Kirplani

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