My eyes see the beauty in every gesture
From the tenderness care of an extended hand
To the glaring beating of a loud drumming band
Even tiny movements are a special treasure

Wheelchair-bound for ten years after the accident
Can't move my legs and arms, hardly can move my neck
My mind thinks of moving but body wields no speck
So these words are my acts of your entanglement

Please see inner-beauty because I'm exquisite
My mind is developed to find resolutions
To every problem are my contributions

My body is a shell so come out for visit
I'll surprise you with words that will make you think hard
Letting you see the truth, in my state I bombard.