Who is Normal... Who is Special

 

Who is Normal... Who is Special

They walk with a dainty gait,

But to help others, they don’t wait,

They do not glare,

They do not stare,

Talk and they reply,

Soft spoken and shy.

 

A candle like cake,

A killer ‘Michael Jackson’ shake,

A skill that’s new,

Possessed by only a few,

Follow a routine,

A mind body maintain.

 

Look closely,

See them work doubly hard,

Shining uniqueness scarred,

And yet they are not called ‘normal’,

Society calls them ‘special’,

For some the word means ‘menial’,

They are the humans,

The so called normal.

 

The ‘normal’ weigh in the options before they help,

Stare and glare,

To show their despair,

Shout and pelt blows,

On people who are slow,

They are the humans,

With mind bordering on demons.

Expect everyone to serve,

Right to relax is their reserve,

Talk sly behind their back,

Though all smiles for a photo pack,

 

Who defines an ability!

God’s creative necessity?

Human’s thought audacity?