There is no absolute genius,
There is no absolute fool,
Everyone is a mixture of both,
Acting as a nature's tool.
Nature provides immense opportunities,
to display our talent and gift,
But sometimes make us seem foolish,
causing out heart to rift.
WE must treat the pleasure and pain alike,
caused due to our ingenuity and foolishness,
Remember to be yourself and not be fake,
To display reality and goodness..
As what matters is not be called a genius or a fool..
But to be known as a fake or a real tool.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem