How can I write when my hands are broken?
How can I think when my thoughts are scrambled?
How can I hear when my ears are deaf?
How can I see when my eyes are blind?
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beautiful.. i love all quesion poems. alot of ppl will really be able to relate to this.. me included
very nice....when we r left alone...why, how such questions are arise in our mind...with no definite answers...its a simple but beautifull picture of hopelessness...i really liked it...