His eyes burns with determination
Everything he does to prevent damnation
truly, nothing should stop you
from being successful except if allowed
He drives with deep concentration
in his world, all has to work
there's no playtime.
His intelligence makes it look so easy,
He has no issues with traffic laws.
Tap him when close to your bus stop
He knows how and when to stop.
He might not decode words,
but he possess good anticipation
at the first few signals.
Other drivers horn is not an issue,
he knows how to use his mirrors
indeed deficiency is not a syndrome.
So many are being said about him
the marvel of him being able to commercialize
paying and receiving your change, never an issue.
People overlook the odds which gives him my salute.
He is able to overcome deficiency
and tap from an economy
according to many is crumbling.
A good living he will make.
In my curiosity, I try to ask.
'Friend, what would you do in a
commercial bus where the driver is MUTE? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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