As I walk down the road
I reason within myself
'How did I get crippled? '
I lift my right leg, Then the left
No progress, a step dead
A soul dead
And I reason within myself
'How did I become crippled? '
Spread by the dusty roadside
A man with eyes dead
With flashy eyes
Extends his seemingly weak hand
For any alms
And as I drop the coin
somehow our eyes meet
Like he surely sits assured
'There goes another Cripple.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem