My Agony


I look at others and wonder
Why they act so different
They treat me as an alien
Loath the sight of me

I try to sing and dance as they
Find mine far removed from theirs
Try to eat and drink as they
Find my hands weak, unsteady

I try to read as they
Fumble on every word I see
Try to look as they
Find water oozing all over me

I wonder what’s wrong with me
Why I can’t be as others I see
Mom says I am special
That’s my agony

If only I could
I’d do things differently.


Inspired by the theme “I’d do things differently” at

100 words on saturday

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About Geeta Nair

Born in Independent India to two really wonderful people who cherished and nourished me with great care, I consider myself lucky to have had the best that life could offer me. Lucky to have had the best education , the best sibling, the best husband, the best daughter,the best of everything that I could ever want, Love to live life on my terms .

15 responses »

  1. True it is a privilege to be a mother;s special baby but at the same time it is also true that special children face untold agony when they can’t do things or act as normal children.


  2. It’s hard enough to get through those childhood years, plus with a difference makes it that much harder. While a child would wish to do things differently, those very same challenges of childhood, produce strength and eventually a beautiful, caring adult .


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