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Here’s a soulful poem about the innocent questions that an autistic child asks his mamma (mother). Sarala pens this poem in the month on awareness, for .

Mamma am I different from others?
Mamma why do I you so much
And do not want to part with you with my ?
So what mamma, I love to sit quietly
In my room and play with my toys
And watch movies
So what mamma?
Why do teachers tell me I can’t study?
I love to study mamma, but with you
I don’t like school and the noise there
And some make fun of me
Why mamma?
I love sports and like to run
In the marathon and win prizes!
But no school for me mamma
I will study with you mamma!
Please don’t send me to school
I will come first under your care, mamma!
I can’t
What the teachers say and when
I ask again, they at me!
Why so mamma?
What’s wrong with me mamma?
I know I am alright!

©Sarala Balachandran

Photo from the internet.

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Sarala Balachandran was working with an import-export organisation in the administrative department for 38 years. She retired eleven years back. Married, with two sons aged 43 and 36, she took interest in writing recently. She writes free verses.