Everybody has a different personality
as we are born with a unique ability
human existence is quite a mysterious entity
but nevertheless a known possibility
humans though we at times do not uphold our chastity
we are raised differently
raised with unique abilities to self
the world as we know it, that is our mother earth
is not as soft as it is full of wrath
this takes me to the ancient town of Garth
where people lived in a rather special path
nature has a way of balancing thing
take for example a disheveled lad
and the other a very neat young man
both belong to the same genus
but because of the balance it all comes down to personality
the roots are the source of a well balanced individual
that young ripe age a child should be molded
molded to fit the norms of the society
for at times if not most times
the world can be unforgiving and cruel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem