Many comes and many goes
But only few remains
Most mixed to soil
a handfull stays alive
They does work twice the others
Work for others, live for others
Give tears for pain of others
Give their blood for happiness of others
Never think of fame
A second always precious to them
Life seems short to them
But remain alive in our heart
Forever.........
Are immortalised by their work
And escape the sluttish time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem