Human beings are made of finer stuff!
Some introspection will reveal the same;
Some have many talents- This is no bluff;
If well-nurtured, they give him name and fame.
But where is the time to do all these things?
Time is so short, most precious and fleeting;
Much of it is wasted just like hot drinks,
In worthless things, in glamour and eating.
Time is lost in unknown ways every day;
A lot too in emotional reactions;
Time can be saved in a sensible way;
Talents give success by proper actions.
O man, search thy mind and heart for talents;
You’ll surely find them in measures immense.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem