poem

I wish to say them

In my high school

I’m twenty-five

But am with eighteens;

They are often with the plays of teens;

Kissing and teasing,

But I stand just opposite to them

 I deserve loneliness;

Take dive into imagination

And make a castle of happiness

In absolute fairy world of silence,

I fly my thought-bird up-up in the sky

And kiss the stars too far to my reach,

But they crawl with the rest

On the ground of tiny mess,

I adore the tongue of my birth

And they do the same,

I reckon my mouth is tight

Cause I’m afraid of fault.

So, I make my tongue short

And speak less and lesser

And am left late to learn it-

A new never-heard promising language

Perhaps I was being watched

What I wasn’t and am not,

Let them,

Their thoughts and eyes be,

But I wish to say them,

‘I’m neither a deaf nor a dumb.’