In the buses I travel
On the street I walk 
I see men and women 
Without  legs moving  
Without  hands eating and working
I see men and women  
Without  eyes looking and enjoying 
All disables and blind begging from 
Others  Alas! 
I asked my  religion 
Why it is 
I am told that  they suffer because of the past 
Deeds in their pervious births.
Do they realize it? 
I asked.
It is not the case in issue
Yet it is the case where 
You are born only  to love everybody and everything
To  become its master
Not to hate them to become its slave
So be kind and affectionate
Towards such destitute
She said. 
Yes, I have my legs of my own  to walk
I  have my eyes of my own  to feast
So, I am are fortunate
My knowledge is stopped at this point
As I feel.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Yes it is meaningful thoughts