If I lived in riches as a child
with servants all around
to attend all my needs,
I wouldn’t have learned
to labor by my own hands
and see how each seed
should grow from the ground.
If I lived in riches as a child
with everything provided,
ready made for my taste
and pleasure, I wouldn’t have
learned the mystery from want
and the will to produce
for life’s survival.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem and a nice realization. Manual labor pays rich dividends in life. Sometimes, riches in life are too filthy!
Thanks for your beautiful comment, Kahairul Ahsan. Thanks a lot.