A blind man once walked into a pole
He then orchestrated his way around it
In further attempt to reach his goal.
He never looked back
At the obstacle he once faced
He determinedly kept on moving
In straight forward pace.
Sometimes that pole jumps up
On the path for you and me
So just how well do we qualify
As the ones who can see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem