For a moment sit and wonder,
Why blind men dont close their eyes.
Why are their eyelids torn asunder,
Even though their gazes dont get replies.
They dont let their eyelids sit back and rest,
Nor is losing hope a thought.
They play their part by staring at darkness,
Even though destiny is not.
Every body loses something now or then,
All they've lost is a little external light.
Why should they be different from other men?
Closed eyes will never get back their sight.
So when your body begins to cry,
When a part of your life dies.
Remember and get inspired by,
The blind men who dont close their eyes...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem