I tasted my wine from the cup of life.
And enjoyed life at every sip!
I rolled my wine with my tongue,
Savored its taste and smacked my lips!
But those impatient and boisterous lot,
Who hurriedly gulped life’s draught,
Forgot the taste with bottoms-up,
And was left with an empty cup!
The chatter box who always speaks,
Is left with no time to think!
And those who only drink and waste,
Do not have any time to taste!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem