27 February 2010
By: Noel N. Villarosa
(Rhyme Form)
His body that's like a limp vegetable
Unable to speak and can’t even crawl
His age maybe 3 or 4, I’m not sure
His worst condition they tried to inure
A single room upstairs facing big trees
Wind swayed the leaves as circadian circuitry
A half vertical block fixed at the doorstep
Unthinkable to pass through by a limp’s creep
One morning, the limp boy is left all alone
At a higher level with bounded zones
To leap on door block and stairs steps wide gap
A little chance to move through is a hap
Maybe a godsend or a grotesque sprite
A paramour of the innocent feeble child
Who wants to show the outside world expanse
Or invite him to their kingdom to prance
My heedless passing by to their place
Forbade the unknown and left him at the foot of the staircase
I run to him lying on the floor alright
I looked around but no one else at the sight.
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