If born without the ability to love,
Does life then serve a purpose?
If born without the ability to see,
How does life then see us?
If born without the ability to hear,
Does the world still hear our shout?
If born without the ability to speak,
Does society still push us out?
If born without the ability to walk,
Does time still run the same?
If born without the ability to think,
Do we know still, we have a name?
When born without the ability to do,
We can't just let the world go by
For these abilities only hinder,
Our attempts to reach the sky
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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