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On the path of Life
I met a blind man
Tapping his way out
He knew I was there
And asked in desperation
“What is Light? ”
I had no answer
‘Must’ve taken Light to be granted.
On the path of wisdom
On the path of strife
I treaded cautiously
And asked “What is Life? ”
“This shows YOU are blind! ”
Laughed a voice beside me
I turned and saw him
Tapping on the path
With a sturdy stick
Slowly but gaily he made
His way through Life.
20th January,2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem