Good Luck For Future

When we linger on their shoulders,

They deny us!

When we scramble our success,

They make too much fuss!

Yet, on the brink of today-

We only receive good luck for future!

 

They trudge along our paths like enemies,

Once we become better!

They strike down our ability,

Assuring our recovery later!

Yet, when it comes to Disabled identity-

They only say good luck for future!

 

They lit lamps of hope,

With direction not ending ever!

They dampened our spirits on same roads,

Once we decide to join them forever!

On the brink of success always-

They only say good luck for future!

 

They linger for moments

Once we get able on our feet!

They extinguish their self-possibilities under helping hand's politics,

Strutting along side us in global streets!

Yet, whenever a disabled stand in front-

They only say good luck for future.

 

If they decide to perish us,

They have no right to insult our identity!

If they step aside to leave us alone-

They have no right to suspect us!

Yet, Even in our ignorance and sullenness-

They continue to wish good luck for future!

 

If they decide to end our identity,

We shall step to protest!

If they proceed to unable our sustainity,

We shall forget peace and politeful bequests!

Yet, on the agility of decision and disgust-

Their voice reach: good luck for future.

 

If they wished for our evolution,

How they left us in darkness?

If they wished for our goodwill,

How they left us in unknown, speechless?

Yet, between our expectance and performance-

They continue to shout: Good luck for future!

 

If they realise us in reality,

They stay away from our world!

If they analyse our tranquillity,

They won't have thought of our visionless world!

Yet, between this hippocras of help and distraction-

The words continue to flourish: Good luck for future...