There are two kinds of people in this world,
Some are rich while some are poor.
A rich man can maketh us dance on his finger,
But why we maintain distance from the poor?
A rich man's smile maketh us smile,
His sadness maketh us sad for a while,
His anger maketh us trembled with fear
But seeing a poor man we say, ' Just go from here! '
We enjoy the acting of an actor,
Then why no room in our heart for a beggar?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem