The blind sees by limbs.
The lame walks by hands.
The deaf hears by eyes.
The dumb talks by gestures.
The desert man braves the sun.
The polar man bites the cold.
The beggars are used to hunger.
The invalid are used to sufferings.
Having overgrown their miseries
They aren’t as much in pain
As you suppose them to be.
04.05.2001, Pmdi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem