Song of a blind, deaf and dumb

Awaiting the mellifluent music, my ears were flunked

Like an ignorant fool with long lasting echoes of silence

Trying hard to distinguish the rhythm, my heart failed

Failed again in the race that made me run like a mouse

Looking at me, someone called the name blind mouse

With broken heart, I realized that I can’t see anymore

Trying to scream on my fate was the succeeding move

Once again I broke down to articulate even a sound

They called me a dumb as I can’t even cry on pains

Consolation came from my heart trusting an arrival

An arrival of the new me, the me who rises from me

My baby, who will be me myself to live a life of desire

She will bring ears that can hear the music for a deaf

She will bring eyes that can see the beauty for a blind

Her tongue will speak the truths of the world for a dumb

Trusting at this solace, I kept me waited outside my hut

There I recalled my wait for music, vision and voice

I taught myself to forget the losses by waiting for joy

Still waiting at the time of sun leaving its day’s work

I could feel the sterile area of reproduction in body

I waited in vain; it’s true that my heart portrayed her

But my womb also failed like my ears, eyes and lips

Being a blind, my inner eyes looked at her portrait

She is smiling; I could not distinguish her intention

She must be laughing at me, for being a big failure

My inner ears could hear her singing a lovely music

In that rhythm, I also sang a song that made her sleep