It was the dawn of December
Sun was not so bright
The wind was too cold
There were dews in the grass
I was looking for hot sun and shivering
Beside me little children were playing
They were cheer and enthusiastic
I saw a child standing alone
Beside the ground
Weeping and watching others
I approached him and asked reason
But did n't answer my question
He continued weeping
Then I watched him head to feet
Now I understood the reason
He was lame and could not play like others
