We can not paint the air Around us, but We can make it purer... We can not walk in that Tunnel of darkness, but We can light a candle to see... We can not disdain poverty, but We can help the poor people... If our values come first, then Our benefits will not overcome us... Our triumph appears when we cling to The good that we believe in and Not when we cling to our benefits... ____________________________________________________________________
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem