Voiceless

Its a poem about a man who can't speak.he live in my street.

Of late near my streets,

a man come who cannot speak,

he still standing watching and understanding,

the way I am talking to him,

this make his happiness dim.

 

I started questioning who are you? 

what  are you? are you voiceless?

 he finds the last word pointless,

I remember that meeting,

the man start crying ,

I can't understand what he trying

Is my words hurts him?

I told him that you are not disabled.

Then he ask who is disabled?

a person with bad attitude is a world's biggest disabled

  

Reviews

[jvava]

I like the message. Attitude, personality is so much more than physical ability. If your happy and disabled, you really aren't hanidcapped at all. If your upset, depressed, and disabled, you are handicapped. There's not getting out of your self-pity.
The grammar could use a little work, and structure a little too, but besides that this is an inspiring poem.
Great job! Keep up the marvelous work!

[writ rajat]

thanks for your comment but you have to promise me that you doesn't stared on any disabled person because they are also human not things

[jvava]

You know, I try not to, but it is tempting. And thanks to you, I will remember that. I won't stare at them anymore. Thanks, writ rajat!

[Perkele.7885]

I like your poem! I have no problem getting your message. It is difficult to write poetry and to write as well as you do in a second language; I find amazing. Your only errors are in grammar and phrasing at times.
I applaud your work.