Here's a poem for you and me
but i do wish your friend could see.
Babies born without arms or legs,
a group of others are born dead.
The mute have never got a chance to sing,
Those born blind have never seen.
Poor people they beg to eat,
Rubbish dumps, cardboard house the place they sleep.
Tell me again, why does she want to die?
Don't she see, she was born with a blessed life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem