Hormone Growth Of Ethylene Poem by Mustafa Kenj

From the foremost milliseconds we are brought to lives
Since the microseconds our eyes blink
The journey of learning starts
Too much to get to know
To familiarise ourselves with
In the topmost families come
Social earnings pave different ways
Circles of parents to capture newly born ones
The question of existence
Who am I? defined by others
Az names are given
Habits and hobbies
Life conditions shaped
Then info to be loaded
And then the self-find begins
At the age of thirties a second shines
Sentences as far as I could see are made
Observations is the ethylene that help us to ripe
Though some fruits may look ready and yummy
They may taste bitterest ever
Ah! Wondered and found
Ethylene needs a specific heat to function
True and genuine love may still won't make change
Though it is hard to believe so
Our innate sees love is the ultimate power
it comes from outer the inner
But the only ins that will help
To tell to say to be alright with
However, there are inedibles
Accept their cycle is to fill the blanks
So the tree looks full like earth needs