In Crowd, You are lost! ! 
Face, a lot of face …
Some masked, some are not, some seems real, some are less..
Yet we try to hold and stay back with some face! ! 
A lot of hands approach you..
Some with the tender of love..
Some with the mask of happy ones..
Some teaches you endurance..
Some just holds u back..
A hand teaches everything …
Tender soft hand are the sign of pamper..while the hardest are the strength..
A hand is like an umbrella to protect us all…
But sometimes the rights can be wrongs..
The wrongs can be rights! ! 
In Crowd…
We are lost! ! 
Faces we fought, forgot..
Reflections of past or the gestures of our work! ! 
All unmasked one by one..
Door opened, all become messy..
Some feelings twisted turned jolted inside..
Hands, faces all resemblance similarity! ! 
Lost and found! ! 
You are only responsible, 
Why this feeling eats us up! ! ! 
In Crowd, face, hand..go away all..
Some masked, unmasked..
Failed to silence us, 
Trapped by our thoughts! ! 
All are same..
Some now and some then! ! 
In Crowd! ! 
We are lost! !                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    