Sujay Patekar


Sonnet: Life Of A Quadriplegic...


Spending a life as a Quadriplegic,
is something that even Death calls tragic.

His whole World is confined to a wheel-chair,
it smothers despite breathing open air.

He desperately wants to pick his bowl,
feed himself and in garden take a stroll.

He misses the warmth felt in an embrace,
and needs a hand to even tie shoe-lace.

To kill off his boredom he has to be,
in a room with his lifeless friend- T.V.

The pain roused by his numbness is massive,
but he has learned the art of being passive.

When all take things for granted in Life's race,
he chuckles, while a tear rolls down his face...

Submitted: Monday, March 05, 2012
Edited: Monday, March 05, 2012
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  • Rookie - 0 Points Sajna Kailas (3/9/2012 3:46:00 AM)

    wow, amazing Sujay, this is a pathetic life situation that we have to depend others for all our personal needs.
    really a dreadful condition. you pictured it very correctly.
    gone though the emotional and practical sides of that situation.
    I appreciate that you are a kind hearted poet thats why you wrote this mercifully.
    loved the theme a lot.. keep it up Sujay.
    God bless You! ! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

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