The flock is large with many sheep all white;
Just one alone looks black amidst them all;
Why this has hue so different, no one knows;
’Tis tough a life to look so queer and odd!
To be a scape-goat is a sad event;
To be a black-sheep is not good a thing;
To be unique in life invites troubles;
’Tis better to go along with the tide!
When you look odd, the others detest you;
When you’re peculiar, others avoid you;
When you’re different, you get noticed often;
A freak child’s life is pitiable on earth.
But one can’t help if born unusually;
God has a plan for each, eventually!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem