My guava plant had buds, flowers;
I nurtured it with patience great;
I longed to taste the plant's first fruit;
And lo! I saw a fruit unripe!
But when I scanned the plant next day,
Alas! I saw just leaves and leaves;
The fruit I thought I could devour
Was nibbled by a squirrel hungry!
The devil was faster than me;
But the poor beast's hunger was much more;
Why fret and fume, curse o'er small things?
Nothing's lost by losing a chance.
If you can think more of others,
You'll learn more truths and live well, life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a beautifully written poem with a valuable message imparted. Nicely done!