Poor are they who fail to gather,
The necessaries of daily life,
Clad in rags and belley implores for bread,
So hunger has made them idle and weak,
People walk by them muttering, 'How dirty they are! '
A child among them asks with innocence,
'Are they also inhabitants of our world?
If world is beautiful, why ain't they? '
A boy erects in slum and says,
' We're human beings like you are,
We're same but different are our ways,
Your eyes have hatred so we dirty look,
Hate poverty but not poor,
Cause we all the prey of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem