Having attained it and all ceremonies congratulations done past,
Like a bullfrog swelling in emptiness and croaking
They puff in misplace honour forgetful of the tree they descend;
Sliding in sleek machines which credit tuneful song
Self-worshipping the gathered harvest fast blurring in speed
Their main identity winding in the tumult of this world.
With a frolic heart giving,guttersnipes and charities are secured,
In an untriggered support but free-willed from within.
A head burning in knowledge yet remain sound in temperament
Not pugnacious in aggression nor egoistic in wealth sown.
Centred in his make-up the moral fibre still remains tight
Though maybe relativised nor shaken but sways not.
Lest we rot crumbling to naught forgetting o`r culture and tradition
We shall but retain our main identity irrespective of this attainment.
