Poet of small stuff ...2

MY STAND WITH FAKE FOOT   

                   

My life was good and I fought for best,

That time was bad & what happened was worst,

I was on my CBR, rolling to west,

all I remember is the fear in my chest.

That day was so dark; with no sun sign,

I woke up in the morning; with no sun shine.

I laid on my bed; with kin surround me,                                        

I feared a lot; when they were crying around me.                                     

                                                                                                                           

It was my foot; that made them cry,                                                                                    

It’s Right or left; I didn’t even try,
To heal my wounds; I was killing my time,

These r only rhymes, while killing my time.

In my dreams; I was running too fast,

When I woke up; it was just the past.

In my dreams; I was still that man,

When I woke up; light stole that man.

It wasn't shame; so I never cried,

For my people; I once again tried,

It wasn’t my pain, it wasn’t my pride,

It was those people and I never denied.

When I was falling; few held my hand,

With my fake foot; they made me stand,

When I was falling; few left my hand,

 For my fake foot; they didn’t want to stand.

But I stood; cause the way they were looking at me,

And I stood for the reason right inside of me,

I stood for the people, who stood for me,

And I stood for the people; want to stand like me.

If you want to stand; you don’t need a season,

But if you want to stand, come with your own reason.
                                             
                                                      ....Paddy N.  Jadhav

“My expectations were reduced to zero when I was 21. 

Everything since then has been a bonus.”

      Stephen Hawking….Physicist, cosmologist & author

  Oscar Pistorius….The Blade runner

 Yuvraj Singh….Cancer survivor