Polio

They are my paralysed limbs,

They do not set me free.

But these are my paralysed limbs,

They are not me.

I cannot run like my brother,

But I'm just like others. 

I'm a bird without wings,

But I consider myself as king.

I flourish dreams in my eyes,

Hence everything seems so nice.

The me I always wanted,

But the polio always haunted.