Only Human ?

He looked at the sun
And opened his mouth
As though he wanted the light of persistence

He stretched his arms
Towards the trunk of the tree
As though he needed the shade of acceptance

The smile he gave
To the normal world
As though he taught them, lessons of resistance

His language of signs
Was equal to all
As though he explained the divine essence

He did a silent prayer
He prayed for the sinful world
As though he set them free from sins and repentance

On the wheel chair
And then on the bed
As though his life knew no other sentence

With crooked hands
And twisted limbs
As though he was tangled in the web of mortal existence

“WHY?”, I asked the potter
“This mould of clay,”
“As though was sent here of a vengeance?”

He gestured to me
Through his blissful eyes
As though he belonged to the heavenly descendence

The potter replied
Sitting on the wheelchair
As though he reminded me of his omnipresence