Some curved tails cannot be straightened,
The black of crows cannot be whitened,
Even by saint an adamant cannot be mentored,
And some even with education cannot get cultured.
Give them money,
Serve them succour,
Provide them a place,
But all in vain, indeed.
The years may pass,
Decades may decay,
It is not the effect of old scars,
But the result of cocooned thoughts.
