My love is not at fault.
She herself is not at fault.
I am, too, not a reject.
Yet there was no flow
As she , by nature, is a dump.
Being not a deaf and not a blind
To my quest is the only consolation.
Speech therapy, can she learn?
Dumbness erases
not the wetness of heart.
09.06.99, Palakkad.
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