Helplessness

You have dyslexia

Cannot read the lines

Neither can you write in the prescribed order.

Despite the paraphernalia

Useless eyes and hands

Even with organs that failed to woo

I love you.

You have reached the sky

Can no longer hold a book

You seem to have lost interest in the art

For you, words are words.

You choke the flow of the brook

Your eagle-like rhyming and stunts

Scare the phrases that shout, proverbs that hue

Yet I love you.

Your have stretched in the land

Can no longer hold the pen

You have mustered some inks before the fence

The rest did overflow and was damned.

You are now in talking spree

Researching on how to re-write the thoughts

But the disease that’s nesting in the brain

Had overthrown the paper out of terrain

Your pages are both dusty and blue

Still I love you.