Knowledge and information are currencies,
How we use them are our fancies,
A few leaves them in the boxes of proxies,
A few deposits them for the interests too petty,
They may look like the heaven sent fairies,
Or too worn out as the disciples dairies,
Knowledge and information are currencies,
Sometimes devalued, but mostly appreciated honestly..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice ode to knowledge and information. Sometimes we tend to forget how blessed we are to have all these opportunities to learn and to have all this information at our fingertips. A sense of gratefulness filled me after reading the poem. Well written.