I sat through endless lessons,
But couldn’t understand them.
Still, I took classes every night
because my parents planned them.
The pictures in my books
Show all the ways they taught me.
But I would never sing or play,
Due to what fate had brought me.
They took me to a doctor.
He said, “He has lost his hearing.”
The diagnosis that he gave
was one that they were fearing.
My parents were despairing.
To me, it did not matter.
I saw and felt the music now
without the noise and chatter.
My parents shouldn’t worry
There’s music all around me now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem