The INABILITY

I smile at him.

there comes a shine

in his distant eyes,

but he cannot curve

his lips pasted on his paralysed body.

yet, the tears rooted in this inability,

flow from his unblinking eyes.

he tries to move his limbs,

like once he used to,

but all that shows

is his God-gifted Inability.

his eyes grow num again.

from shame? from embarassment?

from sorrow? or from an unfelt pain?

he tries to speak.

he can't even mumble.

he can't even write.

he can't even fumble.

the man who he once was,

now, is the cause of his shame.

the pride that he'd once acquired,

is now in rubbles..he's lame.

not for us, but for himself.

the Inability takes over achievements.

its not his fault.

its nobody's fault.

its just a wicked game

which everybody's God plays.

he's paralysed.

his life pains him beyond words.

all those beautiful successes of his life

are now images he can't match.

KILL HIM, O Lord,

Kill him if You can't cure him

but don't be so cruel, as to,

prolong the life which is now

a curse to him.

It ain't no elixir

he's been lying this way for months.

even the laws are so wicked.

they stop us from

granting him the death he'd welcome.

end his Inability, Lord...

or END HIM.