Realizing very few people are a bargain in life, having
their idiosyncrasies and failings touching us in positive
and/or negative attitudes.
Fulfilling very little promise, losing our trust, handing
us regrets at times, altogether, we find some sort of a
measure in the way we are treated.
At times with respect, dignity, traces of whatever another
person possesses for us, living with these minute traits,
yet we wouldn't give them up for anything materialistic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem