That Unkindly Stammer

The shivery utterance was all he had,

the words would play hide and seek with his mouth,

the excitement to deliver his ideas would be blocked by that unkindly stammer,

as if he was banged by a hammer,

no, he isn’t a handicapped,

neither he is a loser,

he is just a bit more edgy in expressing his ideas to the society.

 

Waking up to a fine morning,

He gazes at the hardy sun,

And the voice of the sun echoes to him alone, 

“you shall overcome”. 

 

By: Subhraneel Baruah

 

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