The Rich Are Handicapped Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
The Rich Are Handicapped
I depend on my maid for household works
And to that extent I am handicapped.
With limbs weak, I need car to move about.
To that extent I’ve grown handicapped.
With amenities, my inability grows.
Am I fortunate with all my fortunes?
13.12.2008
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: car,handicapped
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