And
She’s treading on still…As has been so far
Deafly unconcerned
Along a road, in the cab, in the shop
Anywhere
Unbeaten by deafening noise
Unmindful of scolding, mocking, joking, shirking
Others blaring in…
Searching a piece of sound
Fathoming her ears
Unknowingly that
She the queen
Her dictatorship bejewelled, bedecked
Slamming everybody at her feet
Her best familial way
Despite she a deaf, illiterate
Unknowingly about
Her sovereign cognition
Of kitchen and as well of her nation
Despite a deaf, illiterate
Unknowingly that
She the most unconcerned of herself
Devoid of aid any her hearing loss
Yet can talk on
M
S Subbulakshmi
Despite a deaf, illiterate
Unknowingly that
She the shepherdess of the infernals
Where she's treading on still…
The bold and deaf ninetyfive
To the inkling sound of silence
Treading on still… |
