She passes days, 
Gazing nowhere with, 
Nothing in mind.
For the sake of being different.
Can`t she see? 
She`s tied just as much, 
As everyone else.
If only she could, 
Come outside.
Stand from where I am.
But that`s it.
The way we are, 
Is rarely our, 
Eventual destiny.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
A wonderful poem imbued with insight. A lot of us resonate with this write.