And <br />She's treading on still.. <br /> <br />As has been so far <br />Deafly unconcerned <br />Along a road, in the cab, in the shop <br />Anywhere <br />Unbeaten by deafening noise <br />Unbothered of scolding, mocking, joking, shirking <br /> <br />Others blaring in <br />searching a piece of sound <br />Fathoming her ears <br /> <br />Unknowingly that <br /> <br />She the queen <br />Her dictatorship bejeweled, bedecked <br />Slamming everybody at her feet <br />Her best familial way <br />Despite a deaf, illiterate <br /> <br />Unknowingly about <br /> <br />Her sovereign cognition <br />Of kitchen and as well of her nation <br />Despite a deaf, illiterate <br /> <br />Unknowingly that <br /> <br />She the most unconcerned of herself <br />Devoid of aid any her hearing-loss <br />Yet can talk on M.S.Subbalakshmi <br />Despite a deaf, illiterate <br /> <br />Unknowingly that <br /> <br />She the shepherdess of the infernals <br />Where she's treading on still.. <br />The bold and deaf ninetyfive <br />To the inkling sound of silence <br />Treading on still..<br /><br />Indira Renganathan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ability-1/
