I wish I tell my ink
That you may have penned many verses now
that grabbed some views
Many didn’t knew of their existence
And few still are a residue
Few lucky ones chanced upon to be in the 2 books
which have reached few grateful hands
The books have stood testimony to Life- a lesson
Likes and comments are a phase
A feedback is the longing desire an author has
But dear ink’, I am still content
Numbers are just a play
I would be actually glad when the society changes its attitude towards Autism
Support it wholeheartedly, not just justify its place
If dear ink you could seep into their veins, I would be delighted
Please go and replace the Word’Special’ to’ Blessed or Unique’ from their hearts making them enlightened
That you may have penned many verses now
that grabbed some views
Many didn’t knew of their existence
And few still are a residue
Few lucky ones chanced upon to be in the 2 books
which have reached few grateful hands
The books have stood testimony to Life- a lesson
Likes and comments are a phase
A feedback is the longing desire an author has
But dear ink’, I am still content
Numbers are just a play
I would be actually glad when the society changes its attitude towards Autism
Support it wholeheartedly, not just justify its place
If dear ink you could seep into their veins, I would be delighted
Please go and replace the Word’Special’ to’ Blessed or Unique’ from their hearts making them enlightened
