The only ones,
Who will ever know what it is like...
To abandon their own life,
To become the care provider for another...
Are those who have done it.
With a caring less,
About their worldly collected possessions...
Others confess have become too treasured,
And used to impress.
Be they a son or a daughter,
Caring for a father or mother...
Or someone other.
People who wilfully leave behind,
The living of their own lives to make time to give...
For days, months and for some many years,
Are the ones who can truthfully attest...
A sacrificing unintentionally done,
Eventually comes with its blessings!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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