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I’ve heard the feeling
That people feel but not hear,
I could sense the vibration of hearts
That people can only feel through touch,
I could read the mind of things
But they say things have no any brains,
I could see the sound tree makes
But it seems that sound is to be heard and not seen.
Some say, I am insane and some accuses me of being dumb,
And I pretend I have never heard those words.
I sometimes,
Stand infront of mirror for hours
Admiring every sensible things I have,
Sensing that I am different and special
But ….
But why people don’t see me in that way?
People say I am a bad person
I can’t see any reason to be bad,
Bad persons hate the way they feel and i
I feel the great in every of my deeds..
Once I slapped a tree and apologized
Heard no any cry, so I feel no bad,
Again I clapped my hands against a bee
It stucked me so hard that I began to cry,
I cried and cried until I heard another cry.
I realized I stepped on a foot of him (child)
Slowly my tears dried shifting towards him..
He is a god that reduced my sadness, I thought,
I started to kick, slap and punch some when I cried
It’s a miracle.. isn’t it?
I found a god while being sad
And people accused me of being mad
Is this fair?
I am special I know
And pretend to never heard those useless people’s thoughts.
About the Creator
Bijina Neupane
A poet with lots of dream inside the head and A beginner for every opportunity on the way of life..
Comments (1)
Good work! Great job!