A dancer lost his hands and legs in the battle of life and death during a car accident.

Read it again, 'lost his tools, not his dreams.'

He cried lonely nights in the dark even after winning the battle between life and death.

But not again, not again,
He created a wooden body and connected strong strings to pull up his dreams.

He tiptoed again,
He stood again,
He spread his arms,
He danced along with the flow of music, again.

"That's when the human puppet was craved."

Note:- An artist might lose his tools, not his talent.

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