We travel in here, in this world of a maze,
Wild, young, mercurial, and free.
With many things around, ruining us,
Someway too blind to notice or see.
If we ain't got roses and threads,
Don't destroy them who are we?
But in a society of fame and hatred,
Selfless beings handover's the key.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem