DEAF STREET

There was a street named deaf street,

where we forget things if there is nobody to tell them.

At deaf street -

the day is vast and hopeful,

noon and evenings are dull

and the nights are wet and blues.

The girl at the deaf street wandered-

why be human if being human

is so difficult?

Her whims, hopes and fears

always had a human face.

The street quietly sung a song everyday

- sometimes of hope and otherwise of despair.

Round and round the girl wandered the street

both at day and nights,

feeling assured on day

and butchered at nights.

There was a street lamp on the corner of deaf street-

light coming from the lamp had a human face.

The girl on the deaf street marveled-

Can I be that lamp by the roadside of this deaf street?

Quietly shedding my light on man

- and impartial like a lamp

that quietly brightens the faces

of the sorrowful, ignorant and irked men and women

along an unaccompanied road.

Can the deaf street hear again

under the shadow of the girls lamp?

A human has just two hands

but want to help thousands.

So the girl decided to be a lamp

shining for the aimless and suicidal..

She was the lamp

and

she was also the reflection of light.

Was the lamp illuminating the light on itself?

If so-

How to discover this on a Deaf street?