Mama, let the world stop as it is <br />Mama, let the time stop as it is <br />Mama, let this landscape remain forever as it is <br />Why these leaves are falling <br />Why these birds are flying <br />Why these ices are melting <br />Day and night <br />Night and day <br />I remain as it is <br /> <br />The school bag is heavy <br />Though it does not carry <br />Your hopes and Papa’s dreams <br />The letters, the numbers, the pictures and the colours <br />Jump and vary <br />Mama, let me catch them <br />Let me rule them <br />Let me dissect them <br />Let me place them <br />My way <br />In rhythm <br /> <br />Mama, I don’t need a report card <br />I don’t need any promotion <br />Don’t compare me and insult my generation <br />Can’t you see I want to play like an electronic doll <br />You press the key I throw the ball <br /> <br />Mama, there’s a universe you have not seen <br />The universe inside me <br />Many times I open my mouth to tell about it <br />It plug like a vice in my gullet <br />You look at my eyes <br />I look at the sky inside <br />Don’t get me wrong, Mama <br />I forget your beautiful eyes <br /> <br />(Dedicated to autistic children) <br /> <br />Copy Right reserved by the Author<br /><br />Abhinav Baruah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prisoner-of-autism/
