A Lesser Man?

You look down upon me,
With disgust or taking pity,
Sometimes to lend a helping hand,
Sometimes to thank the Lord's wand,
For sparing you the struggle,
Of coping with an obstance,
A hindrance to living life, nice and good,
The way you think we all should,

You cringe and scorn, even flee,
At the mere sight of me,
For the lack of a limb,
A handicap or a limp,

And you swim with your struggles,
Lashing about dodging your bubbles,
While I swim with mine,
Crawling at my pace, taking my own time,
We both grow old, weak and bend down,
Our hair greying and our egos fried to brown,
Under the heat of the ruthless sun,
With a stat you start to see,
That you aren't any different from me,

That when we're dead and dust,
When all that remains of the life we lived,
Are pictures, memories and grass,
That grows innocently upon our coffins,

Will the maggots that feed upon our coils,
Know us for the men we were,
Lesser, for our possessions, our thoughts,
Our abilities and strength?

Which man of any strength,
Can fight those worms,
That devour upon his dead flesh?
How much lesser of a man,
Am i than you?

Written at 5:05pm at Hill Road, Bandra. Updated at 1:07pm on 1.2.2017 at C504, H13, IIT Bombay