It is as I sit here, and look out of the window,
When I see people walking fast and fast,
all busy with their daily routine,
Life moves on for them as usual,
I feel so miserable sitting and just watching
I feel I am losing the best moments of my life
I just want to be normal, doing my duty,
I want to be busy as usual, running around
with no time to spare, no rest in my hands
I want those days back, I want to Live.
It is then I realize how wonderful, Life is
How beautiful the world is, God knows best,
I just want to rush out of the door as usual,
But my leg does not help me out, I feel like
crying, I just want those days back.
How, how are those, who suffer in life
How do they live throughout,
unable to do anything, who needs help for everything
I wonder how, at the mercy of someone all the time.
Life is playing a cruel game with them.
I am sure my misery is time bond, i will be on my feet again,
I pity all those poor creatures who suffer throughout,
who just can't do what they really want to,
I ask my self, is it worth living that way,
Do all those who suffer without a normal life
really want to live, do they feel sad and bad.
They are happy with what they have, may be,
They do not know the pleasure of having them,
Or rather they are resigned to the fact that,
they shall live this way, may be......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem