We should know what
We are giving to whom,
We are giving torch light
In the hands of the blind,
We are giving radio
In the hands of the deaf,
And we are giving microphone
In the hands of the dumb.
The number of beggars are rising
And we are telling we are progressing
It is not our fault, it is default.
Beggars are the only resort
And who is not a beggar
The question not easy to answer here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem