She loved poetry
The buzzzzz of a bee
The whoosh of a tree
but, she didn't like the click of a key.
O She loved it when
choo-choo goes the train
whoops the singing crane
but she hated the drip-drop of the rain
The honk and the vroom scared her
The murmur and the hiss prepared her
Giggles and whispers felt tender
But, the boom, the hiss were terror
She gets goosebumps, when leaves rustle
Driiiin of the alarm, always hustles
It's simply poetic, the ruffle and shuffle
but it was gross, the crack of a knuckle
She even loved to read music
The note, the C-sharp, the octave-clef
But she would have preferred much more
not being born as a deaf.
The buzzzzz of a bee
The whoosh of a tree
but, she didn't like the click of a key.
O She loved it when
choo-choo goes the train
whoops the singing crane
but she hated the drip-drop of the rain
The honk and the vroom scared her
The murmur and the hiss prepared her
Giggles and whispers felt tender
But, the boom, the hiss were terror
She gets goosebumps, when leaves rustle
Driiiin of the alarm, always hustles
It's simply poetic, the ruffle and shuffle
but it was gross, the crack of a knuckle
She even loved to read music
The note, the C-sharp, the octave-clef
But she would have preferred much more
not being born as a deaf.
© Ankush Agarwal
17-Apr-2020
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