DADS LOVE

Dad's Love

Abba, No one can replace you
These were the words of my sister
True, you have left us it is past a year
All I have is memories, a heart
Full of love & my eyes full of tears
To remember your love right through the years
Your warmth & caring somehow they belong
Strengthening my sense of right & wrong
How much I love you I cannot say
It is more than words can say
I know, I haven’t been the child I should
With love & patience I understood
The love u gave us will make me sail
Through the travail of life's trail
How lucky I was to have had you
Abba,no one can replace you

-Ahsan Ghori

TWO DIFFERENT WORLDS

LIVING IN TWO DIFFERENT WORLDSHe sits on his bed
Of wooden planks
Balancing upon piles
Of bricks

His black eyes
Sunk into a tiny skull
Dull pools, which hold
A lifetime of pain

Stick-like arms
Lie across his
swollen stomach
His breathing is shallow

He is too weak to move
Nine years old,
And slowly dying
Because he does not have
Enough to eat

He sits on a padded chair.
Chubby fingers thumping
At the computer keyboard
In one corner of his bedroom

His tiny eyes, almost
disappearing
Into his round face
Glazed by the long hours
Of staring at the screen

A plump stomach bulges out
From beneath his T-shirt
His breathing is heavy.
He is too tired to play outside

Nine years old
And slowly dying
Because he has
Too much to eat.

Two boys
Two countries
Same world. 

THE OTHER SIDE OF LIFE

THE OTHER SIDE OF LIFE

Life is green on the other side

So they say

What is green if one cannot see

Singing is melody

So they say

What is song if one cannot hear

Apply your mind to function well

What is mind if it cannot function well

All is well for the wholesome lot

But what, if some sense is lost

The scorns of people is all we get

Yet, Some empathize, some sympathize

Burden we become to those around us

Isolated one feels in the world we live

Difficult to live, for those deprived

Some try hard to integrate us

Into the mainstream they try to push

The perception of people is hard to change

As all that we do may be weird for you

We dance, we laugh, we sing

The sound we make is hoarse and loud

Loud  noise for you, is symphony for us

The stares you give we take it in our stride

With a smile in our face as you look at us

We are what we are.

Accept us the way we are

Open up your mind to understand our point of view

Come view the green from our side.

AHSAN GHORI

Note: The point of view of a special child.