O’ Hodor…. Hold my door!
Hodor! O’ Hodor! Please Hold my door!
Hodor…Hodor…Hodor…!
You spoke only one word…
And it carried the hell lot of the world.
I, Me, Myself…Autos..
Are you even Vainglorious?
How can one not be a narcissist
if he was meant so perfect!
Perfect with a heart, crystal clear
And, a mind bright, oh-so-sheer…
Your utter-sheer-folly-sheer-
With so vivid and vibrant brains
They say ’twas narrowed, I’d seen it wide
Just a little oxidized
Because you endured those rusted sword stabs,
On your body, mind and heart
Meant to impair your back
Thereby, not merely your speech
A hell lot of words you lacked.
Hodor! O’ Hodor!
Please hold my door!
Why did I trust only you?
Weren’t I the safest in your proximity?
My door had been ensured of its safety.
And that only word, ‘Hodor’
You spake from your throat
And emoted a millions through your eyes,
Wish I could read them, then
And could I write today
Wish I could tell you then
When you guarded my doors like a stalwart,
Wish I was there when your agony did start..
Wish ‘Autos’ was the word I could grab.
Wish I could endure those stabs…
Just because you didn’t speak more than a single word, ‘Hodor,’
Wouldn’t stop me trusting you the most.
Hodor, O’ Hodor!
Even today, please hold my door!
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1… *Autos : Self (in Greek) … The word “Autism” comes from the Greek word “Autos,” which means “self.” It describes conditions in which a person is removed from social interaction. In other words, they become an “isolated self.”
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2…* Hodor : An autistic character from R. R. Martin’s book, “The Game of Thrones”. A slow-witted stable-boy at Winterfell, a true-blue, dyed-in-the-wool ardent of the Starks. Named as Walder, he was called “Hodor” because that’s the only word he could utter.
“Hodor” is actually the contraction of the phrase, “Hold the Door” which he kept on doing as a loyal minion to the Stark kids. He carried the disabled Stark boy, Brandon on his back throughout his life and even died saving him. Hodor is innocence and loyalty personified.
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This poem is dedicated to the only person with Autism I have seen in real life and spent many years of my childhood with. His name was ‘Parasuram’ and he was the exact replica of Hodor. He used to follow us wherever we’d go as my parents trust only him for our safety.
Later, he started serving in a temple as the priests there, convinced him that his condition would be cured if he serves their gods for free. He kept on working day and night until died of gangrene. His hands and toes got severe Eczema caused by continuous washing and cleaning
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