A Silent world
For him the world was silent,
Only the actions were description for love and violence.
There existed no cuss words,
The world was even vlid of the sound of call of birds.
He was free of all the continious buzzing,
But also a lot good he was missing,
He learned about music from books,
The same from which he learned about cussing crooks.
They were the only source from which the beauty of music he was able to feel,
All this emotions in descriptive way would he reel.
For him everything lied in action,
It was like the deafs had their own faction.
Though he was happy,
Due to absense of loud noises his mood was never crappy.
The world was quiet calm for him,
All the chaos the noise made was deep asleep in his dream.
A silent world was what his life he supposed would be called,
This thought left him quiet enthralled.
Happy that he could see the many colours of the world,
In his world no matter what the cuss words and harsh comments were never hurled.