I still can’t get my head round this,
Preeti, a victim of early childhood Polio,
Her legs useless but she never accepted help,
My didi, sister, friend I hope,
Sent away to the village by her family,
Hidden away, banished,
To a life of servitude probably,
Seems an in-law didn’t like her,
So much promise, so much pride,
A generous, quick witted human.
I want to find the village and see if she wants to come back,
Maybe somewhere along the line it might be possible.
This is where she lived, behind these huts,
Her family shack just one small room,
A pallet for a bed,
She brought such dignity to Project Why,
She brought such smiles to me, to other teachers,
Smiles to the other children of class,
Smiles to volunteers she met.
That is what Project Why allowed her to do,
Unhindered she gave.
This is what Project Why can do,
A beaming volunteer in the crèche,
Everyone who came into the crèche left with a smile.
Enrico, a teenage German, found he had a gift,
A gift for entertaining,
He didn’t hold back, Project Why gave him a smile,
He gave back a lot more.
Project Why touches all,
Leaves everyone, students, teachers,