SPASTN empowers and enables disabled people to reach their full potential through Education, Training and Employment. Our activities begin with awareness-creation; go on to the screening of newborn babies in Primary Health Centers and Government Hospitals. We offer a wide range of services to parents of disabled children from special schools to Integration/ Inclusive education systems and job-orientated training programmes. We also promote self-help groups. We focus strongly on improving access for the disabled by promoting a barrier free environment.
Lamps in the rain
The howling wind poured out its rage,
The fierce dampness cracking the bones
Drapes drawn I lay on the soothing bed
Beneath the bulky quilt and the floral scarf,
Cushions pampering the sides
The sweater’s purple wool hugging me tight
A refuge I sought!
Alas! I still uttered a chiding displeasure
At the unceasing rain and the numbing coldness..
Then with a blinding bolt, thundered a reminder,
Not far from our cozy home, stood a shaky little hut
Housing our maid with three little daughters
“The roof leaked, threatened to fly with the wind,
The single cot floats on the watery floor!”
Said the youngest ,with big bright eyes.
Slapped by this vision, I sat up
Quilt and cushions, scarf and sweater,
All fell on the floor... My vanity too!
As mother’s assuring kiss lingered on my cheeks, I cried
With a simple sheet, I lay again,
A strange glow warming the abysses of my heart
As my Path and Purpose shone before me
Lit by beautiful Lamps of love and gratitude!
The Soul’s Song
In the pink’s delicacy of the dawn’s yawn
In the scarlet brightness of the rooster’s crown
In the milky white of the calf’s benevolence
In the bark’s brown bored by the pecker’s beak
In the light’s rehearsals on the veined leaves
In the twisted tendrils’ dancing greens
In the mossy routes of a hurrying stream
In the grey cells of a pebble smooth
In the tenacity of the mucky clay
In the deepest secret of the orange pollen
In the proud revealing of the summer yellow bloom
In the ethereal fragrance of the lavender’s purple
In the serene blue of the twilight’s frankness
In the celestial crystal of a moonlit sea
In the silvery aura of the night’s arms
In the deep black of the diamond’s bed
In the deep black of the cuckoo’s throat
In the deep black of the deepest fear
In the fiery red of an innocent’s blood
In the colorless drops of God’s tears
Is etched an atom of mine
I am the scar-less grief
I am the penniless smile
I am the Soul’s search!
I am the sea shell’s music
I am the wind’s tune
I am the Soul’s song!