A Deaf-Mute

A deaf-mute brings a cup of tea!
A cup of tea with love so rare;
Love uncommonly seen, I stare;
How do I thank her for her charity?
Often by her mother chided;
A servant in her own house, unpaid;
A deaf-mute, she remains, since birth!
Wearing a smile and full of mirth;
A face quite content to the core;
I want to love her all the more;
My heart with anguish wants to cry;
For unfair things, men often try;
To scores of deaf-mute creatures,
God, a DEAF-MUTE, Himself remains!

by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,

Comments (4)

very insightful, I had never thought of god in that way before. Thanks for sharing.
Very compassionate, it brings to the surface a lot of emotions. I also enjoyed the style of this piece. L&T
A beautiful poem, so full of compassion. Thank you for your comments on my sonnet. Yes I do know about that line and yet every time I start to write the ‘For’ on the beginning, I read it and say, “Ah, leave it, I like it so much better without.” So I guess I’ll just have to field the comments. Glad you liked it, hope you read more. Adeline
Beautiful poem that you devised here, and stunning too. If we could only give onto others what they don't have. That would just be a wonderful thing to do. EXCELLENT! ! !