Caterpillar or Butterfly?

Every Handicapped Person is a broken and sawn toy.
Where God takes away the bone, flesh, or the Eye..
To weave another Heart to their Heart..
To Heal the world with their Spirit, Heart and Loving Care..

In the walk of Life...One meets People many Having eyes..
Having Pulled over blindcover over their eyes..
and then one sees the finest pair of bright eyes..
behind a dark shade of glasses
Burning with the fire of Heart and Spirit..
Like a Burning Light in Cold Dark Night
Giving hope, Love, Light to
Us..the ones with Blindcovers over our Eyes..
Who is to say and judge for others..for to be called, named as Blind..
and limit the Gift to Vision to Eyes..



He walks limping his foot on the street..
And we pity them the ones without Feet, Sockets or Hands..
They are the Birds with a broken Wing..
Who can Fly Soaringly in the Sky.
With Some Love, Support and Care..
Making Drawing that steal our heart and mind..
WIth the Vivid imagination drawing with the brush in their Mouth.

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They talk without the sound.
Through the dancing Fingers and Lips
And the World has no time to waste
to Listen to the sound of Heart coming on from their lips.
What do they know of the beauty of the poetry that flows through the silent talk..
And the Love that Glows Light and Love through their Eyes..
There are some who are called mentally retarded or just plain Mad..
They must be the dearest or sawn repeatedly by God..
For they Bring so much Joy, Love into the Lives of Others..
WIth Simple ways of Loving, Hugging and Touching with real concern and Care

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I have Two close Friends in my Family..Named Mariano and Rishi They are blind but certainly can see, look beyond healthy visioned ppl.
I wanted to pen a small poem on all the Blinds who see far better than with the eyes..on the deaf, dumb who can listen to a heart, on all without a limp, leg, hand, who paint, draw, walk, with their mouth, spirit, heart..I see them being pushed into a Circle of their own world..and I feel so bad..for if God takes their Eyes, Legs, Senses of speech, listening HE instills a Great Heart, Spirit in them...for them to see the world, experience the world so uniquely that it makes them more True to Humanness than the most of normal, healthy people..For Health isn't alone in body, or state of mind..its in Spirit and heart as well.

Poems on War

The soldiers on both side Fight the War in belief in their God..

and it makes one compare to find out the lesser evil of these Two Gods..

Our God asks for killing for Peace and to Rape the helpless woman, and harm innocent child

and their God asks them to slaughter a man..

since when did the God felt this thirst for Blood?

and Since when did God asked for men to rape, kill and loot on Childs Faith in God?

A Friend tells me that the Satan is No More in this world..

And I say to Him..with all the Killings, Rapes Going on in Gods Name..

Maybe it isn't Surprise that the Satan Has left our world..

Maybe Its Fight between Two Gods Hereon..

Its a War between Our God and Their God..

Such is the time that People do not fear Satan Anymore..

Evil has lost its shine of the sword.

Man has created A New Satan in the Name of God.

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Everytime someone gets killed, raped or hurt I tie a knot to my heart

Everytime I shout in anger and pain...I tie another knot..

and then there comes a time..when the Heart goes soo small

wrinkled and wrangled and it hurts and bleeds even to touch the heart..

So I think of Love and Loving Someone Instead..

to untie one knot..

and as the forces march on with their wars and games of hatred.

I too charge up myself with a war..

The war of Hugging, Kissing, loving As many People As I can..

To Bring Life back to hearts, and to untie the knots that I have in my heart.

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A spiritual Friend told me recently that Satan has left our world..That there is not no Satan anymore.

I could only laugh..I have been wanting to write a poem on the ongoing confusing battle of two powers..There is a Brute Power of Muscle and force and the other one is of Illiterate, illfeed people.

So I felt like writing poems on this mad rush of war, hatred & love.