Not a Box
written by: Kulraj Singh
They said he thinks inside a box,
But maybe it’s a world of stars and clocks.
Where colors hum and numbers sing,
And silence wraps around everything.
She doesn’t speak the way you do,
But her eyes write verses honest and true.
She flaps, she spins, she taps her feet—
Her rhythm is different, but just as sweet.
They call it Autism—a word, not a wall,
Not a cage, not a curse, not a label at all.
It’s a spectrum of colors, wide and vast,
A reminder: not all minds move fast.
So when you meet someone who’s quiet or shy,
Don’t look away or pass them by.
Pause. Smile. Let them unfold—
You might find magic in the stories they hold.
I'm a high school student, science enthusiast, and passionate writer who finds inspiration in everyday brilliance and quiet rebellion. Through poetry, I explore identity, empathy, and social perception—blending emotion with wit. When I’m not in the lab or writing, I’m curating fashion looks and chasing stories that matter.
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