A Pursuit Poem by Ponniah Ganeshan

In the buses I travel
On the street I walk
I see men and women
Without legs moving
Without hands eating and working
I see men and women
Without eyes looking and enjoying

All disables and blind begging from
Others Alas!
I asked my religion
Why it is
I am told that they suffer because of the past
Deeds in their pervious births.
Do they realize it?
I asked.
It is not the case in issue
Yet it is the case where
You are born only to love everybody and everything
To become its master
Not to hate them to become its slave
So be kind and affectionate
Towards such destitute
She said.
Yes, I have my legs of my own to walk
I have my eyes of my own to feast
So, I am are fortunate
My knowledge is stopped at this point
As I feel.