Still in my world
My world of segregation
Thinking aloud
Without my knowledge
Saying I'm so separated
From the world of others
Here a crippled man
Sitting besides me
Just murmur out some words
Saying if he had what i have
The world would have been his
But here I am
With all it takes physically
Talking nonsense to his ears
Lamenting for my inability
To do what I can
Just lacking courage
I left with tears
Rolling down my cheeks
For my inability
To recognise me
But someone out there
Knows me than I do
Am I a cow?
That knows it
Tail validity
When it loses it?
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Very inspirational piece of poetry, well articulated and insightfully penned with conviction. It's like the lament of one without shoe until an encounter with another without feet. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.