Life is never fair, for some full of despair
Given so improbably, there can be no consent
As we grow we realise that there are undertows.
Going to school we enter a jungle of infantalised minds
We need all our resources to correct all wrongs
As we compete we know our level is not what we desire.
Out into the world we are still in jungle of unique minds
Making our way through the maze we are amazed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem