The eighteenth day launched into, Positioned with arms forefront. The eighteenth day launched into, Positioned with arms forefront.

This poem is a conversation with a deaf man. This poem is a conversation with a deaf man.

My crazy uncle Bob, His hobby is to only rob, My crazy uncle Bob, His hobby is to only rob,

It feels just yesterday I saw you smiling, And talking in whispering notes. It feels just yesterday I saw you smiling, And talking in whispering notes.

My Dear Uncle Mr. Kaul, Loves to go to the Mall... My Dear Uncle Mr. Kaul, Loves to go to the Mall...

This occasion isn’t really ours, We are here for some roles, This occasion isn’t really ours, We are here for some roles,