A Poor Boy

Only my family knows that I am deaf and dumb,

Yesterday my father told me to come,

In his grocery shop for help,

He told me that with the help of a paper and pen.

In the shop,

I mop,

A customer comes,

He demanded some grocery form me,

He repeated many times,

But that poor, lastly said me stupid and went.

 

Everyone came and did like that,

At the end of the day,

I came up with a great loss.

And for a deaf and dumb boy,

It seems that world is good.