Words from a Deaf Boy

Someone, please tell me,

What I want to know,

People say I can't hear

Please make it clear.



What is this thing,

That you call sound;

Made by rustling leaves

And by flowing streams?



What is music,

That makes life?

That can kill each pain,

Of a person in vain....



I've read in books-

There's music in everything.

Just how could this be?

Why isn't it in me?



Is it in the birds, too,

That I see up in the sky?

Is it in mother's love, too,

With which I grew?



Is my life incomplete

For there's no music in it?

Maybe... this secret will reveal,

When this beautiful thing I feel...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is about a boy who is deaf since birth. He doesn't know how is life for other people. He doesn't understand what is the importance of music in life.
I composed this poem on 5th March, 2001; the topic striked my mind years ago.

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Alex <?>'s picture

i really like it, you brought up the question of the importance of music in a different way. good job!

pudnsis1's picture

Shilpa, Again, another well written poem. I grew up near a deaf person. He felt music by the vibrations. He used art to coincide with the music which was playing. He had lots of books with the masters in. Just a suggestion. Linda