When I fail to SEE the suffering of people,
Do not call me a visually impaired,
But call me a blind.
When I ignore the agony of hard labor,
Do not call me a physically handicapped,
But call me a crippled.
When I am inaudible to the cries of help,
Do not call me a hearing impaired,
But call me a deaf.
When we, the able bodied find it tough,
To survive under the comfortable condition,
How do the disabled survive under the hostile limitation?
Powerful write. This is the kind of poem that rips you apart with its boldness. Thank you for sharing.
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Under the hostile limitation! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.