I watched him move carelessly
He had nothing to look at me suddenly
He was born duff and speechless
With no worldly attachment to show on face
Mother used to feel bad at all the times
She may shed tears and think about him many times
About his future and care for coming days
She had faith in us but was thinking of the ways
I was youngest in the family yet understood
Her plight and sleepless nights spent without food
She may dare not to speak a word against
Even though she may be in anger and raise the fist
Even though he did not live for more days
Yet, whatever time he was with us, worried always
We gave him whatever attention was needed
Mother may not feel bad at all as her wisher were heeded
Today mother is heavenly abode and brother no more
I have found novel way of touching them and adore
I wished to raise their cause and devote enough of time
It gave me immense joy and joy sometimes
They have nothing to rejoice at or to be grieved
The world is just nightmare and to be believed
How can be seen their presence as living animal?
I cursed their fate but can’t blame anyone for their birth or arrival
I decided to devote more of time with enough of spending
With only intention of message spreading and love sending
This is only thing on earth we can freely share
Rest all may be called occasional feeling and gesture
There is different world for deaf and speechless
You may find dark night spots on their face
Yet there is another world to be looked at near
We can feel it when touch them and try to hear
this is a deeply truthful poem ,i like it very much ,this world you shared with me is real ,i really don't have words for the feeling ,as if it was the wind i understood the form is very pleasing to the inner mind ,it has a key to the inner rooms i defiantly learned something in reading it