You shame our figures,
And jeer our want of wholeness.
If only we need no wheeled couch
And our claws can clinch when we try to grasp,
If only our vigour meant able
And lets us go places devoid of groping,
If our limbs were erect
And let us walk about like your body does,
Will lips mock the shape nature carved us in?
For how can one stretch his lesioned limbs?
Oh! my hearts beats at the speed of rage!
To see me creep to sate my needs like an infant
This poem came third place because: It complied with the theme, The expressions used were appealing, The choice of words is moderate and It depicts stylishness and creativity. 69%
The poem might have reached farther if the last few lines were more consistent and segmentation was checked.