Mad world, mad world we fight to win!
Being nature we imbibed from mom,
You try blow up, the dormant ego
To blast and glow like jungle fire!
Once lit it spreads, wild and wide,
And deluge the world and you too!
Then none can stop or save you from
That dance that takes your ego and self.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To a great extent you are right! Mothers have a great role in the formulation of her children's character! People with bloated ego are incapable of thinking about others' well being and they turn the world mad.....!