No word he speaks, no question asked, in volume his eyes seek.
Love projected through touch and stare.
No one knows he is there.
He dares defy the norm, this child of the storm.
Genetic knowledge beyond his years, but few tears.
Throughout the years, wonders why he is different from the others.
What happened to me?
Why don't they see, I'm God's special gift to thee.
Are they not aware of the hidden genius that could help all humanity?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Profound poem, subject has long been ignored.