Few are the people,
Born with interests to pursue.
To know themselves.
And abilities too.
Are seldom if ever heard to say,
An attention wished to get...
Is craved and stays on their minds.
People like this with skills and talents,
Sharing them without thought to give.
Whether ignored or not to notice it.
For whatever the reason,
Seem to remain the same unchanged.
Regardless who believes,
People blessed to be themselves...
Spend sleepless nights,
Praying to God...
For ways they could please others!
Somehow...
Few are the people,
Are seldom if ever heard to say,
They awaken each day to first pray:
"God?
What must I do to get more attention.
Since the craving for it,
Stays on my mind.
Leaving me no time,
To pursue those interests...
Only You have blessed me to receive."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem