I kept seedlings under showers,
but sprout into to towering towers.
Here the sperms are getting into wombs,
but mould into robots beneath wombs.
Here the rain is bucketing down,
but the grasslands are fading down.
Here the fans are running fast,
but we are getting feeble at last.
Here we are getting educated,
but hardly being sophisticated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem