Sight and Sound
I know you're angry with me,
Enough to hit me left and right,
Try to get down the anger tree,
But if you want, we can fight...
I know you can't read this letter,
You can just feel the emotion,
Hope this makes you feel better,
We've been through a lot of commotion...
It's been long, since we properly talked,
In our language of the heart,
We could have done something amazing as we walked,
But the lockdown made us part ...
As you know, I came here for my competition,
Where everyone was astonished,
How special people who need help to even write a petition,
My 3200 line long program, left them baffled...
But as I wanted to come back,
To make you feel my achievement,
Everything was closed as the cure we lack,
I was made to live in containment...
It was painful for me,
To leave you in utter darkness,
People here can backchat for free,
Without you, I feel helpless ....
I remember our plans,
To climb the Sinhagad Fort on the steep mountain,
I would describe the peacock's dance,
While you describe the sound of the rain, as we have cooked plantain....
I hope Sister Mary is taking care of you,
She is a woman with god's grace,
People like her are very rare and few,
She always has a smiling face...
Something worries me,
There's a strong feeling in my gut,
I hope you didn't fall and bruise your ankle and knee...
You know what,
People treat me here as a terrible piece of disgrace,
With anger of the reservations for us and that dirty thought,
They abuse me at the back, and frown at my face...
I just want you here,
As you would give them strong replies,
With you, the night sounds I want to hear,
While I show you the fireflies...
I never realised my disability,
I think we complimented each other,
People here question my ability...
I suffered days of humiliation,
But I just focussed on my contest,
Winning the competition for me was not a difficult question,
To put up with their insult with a smile was the real test...
I couldn't contact you,
As there's no network here,
There are people a few,
Who make me cry, as I cannot hear...
Through every insult and pain,
I overcame them with your piece,
You wrote about my hamster, my flower, and my fat gain,
It made me sleep at night with peace...
I just hope my audios were to some good,
I know you love my voice,
Without me you never had your food,
I guess destiny didn't leave us with a choice...
But I read that soon things will get better,
And the transportation will commence,
I will try to reach soon after this letter,
Then we will talk about our world of nonsense...
It is hard for both of us,
To survive alone,
As we are mature, let's not create fuss,
Soon we will again be each other's backbone...
Things will be fine soon,
As Ananya will finally come back to Rohan,
Two disabled orphans will again watch the moon,
While having amazing amounts of fun...
Please take care,
As I return at the earliest,
I expect to come before you grow your nasty hair,
Or else for me it will be a scissors fest...
I can't wait to read,
Your poems in that open playground,
We will compliment each other till the dead,
Creating our enchanted world, of Sight and Sound...
Let us never have lust,
As we believe in someone above,
In Rohan, Ananya has her trust,
She believes in their strong bond of deaf and blind love...