Every morning with the rise of dawn,
She watches the sky second by second,
Notes the changing hues
Bronze
Amber
Orange
Yellow
–Oft staring in oblivion.
During the day as her mother cooks,
She listens to the different sounds;
Peel
Grate
Dice
Chop
And then
Swish
Swosh
Sizzle
Whistle
Beep
Ding
–Oft staring in oblivion.
At school as her teacher teaches,
The numbers and words in the blackboard;
Dance
Wiggle
Hop
Jump
She shakes her head- nod, nod, nod
–Oft staring in oblivion
Out in the park as she sits on the lush grass watching her friends play,
She admires the changing shapes of passing clouds;
Rabbit
Dragon
Castle
Elf
Sometimes chasing the fluttering butterflies,
Sometimes blowing a stray dandelion,
–And oft staring in oblivion.
She registers–every mesmerizing shade of eventide,
Every song that the birds sing,
The noisy town and how it goes quiet,
The shadows that dance in the fading light,
Counting stars that adorn the celestial sky,
Until the retiring day bids goodbye.
And then in solitude sitting in a cozy nook,
She draws vivid sketches in her ornate notebook.
People oft wonder why her mind drifts,
Unaware about the million words that her mind sifts,
Crossing realms she finds her bliss,
She is far away from being named foolish.
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𝘐”v𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘺𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘤 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥. Dyslexic children 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 conditions like 𝘈𝘋𝘋. 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘓𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘝𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪 , Albert Einstein 𝘸ere 𝘥𝘺𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘤 too.
