THE UTOPIAN ORCHARD

In an orchard of fecund aura
Where fresh life flows like a river
With alluring fruits and edifying trees
Where quantum and beaming leaves sprees

Adjacent to the orchard is a clan
With people of different designations
Also habited by people living with disability
Armed though with assistive mechanisms
Adaptive and rehabilitative technologies
Hitherto,they appear with marginal propensity
And lull with necessary luxuries

In the fluorescent and cute little orchard
Where the fruits and insects live at variation
Where the leaves and branches of its trees
Are webs of waves and power alert system
Unintelligibly wired into the trees stem

Below the trees,I see
Streaky and witty road networks
Where the ants and insects walks
They seamlessly jostle in an organized fashion
To devour a fruit or help some folks
Just to achieve a common goal

Fascinated by such a symbolic display
I see the insects personify buses and commuters
Buses with mobile ramps and luminous lights
With embossed braille, speakers and recorders
And other gadgets readily at its disposal
Decidedly coordinated just like a computer

When the people of the clan navigate
With their senses and motors
And when they traverse the corners
Of their streets all in treats
And they face the future with
Fervor with certified creed

I saw an automated society
With its waves, networks and tentacles
Sprawled within the orchard's manacles
And the injured or mutated ones
Are given unbridled priority
And attended to with alacrity

And What if?!
To further mitigate the plights
Of our people living with disability
We develop an inately animate robotized system
With humanely human functions, cells and apparatchiks
Chiefly service oriented with distilled
And innovative technologies at its reach
Operating within specified control axis

Why don't the people of the clan
Learn from the insects in the orchard
To improve the conditions of their so-called midgets
To make them happy, independent and mobile
Consequently, they'll have a utopian society
Whence the hitherto sorry cases
Won't be for the being
But for the bin