I have so many questions unanswered,
don't know when my quest will come to an end,
I have so many thoughts unheard,
don't know when their ears will bend...
I have plenty of things to ponder on,
but its sad they are busy in their stuff,
I am forcing hard to get that feeling unborn,
but what i see in eyes of them is immensely rough...
I hate when they show me such attitude,
being helpless I act insane,
I know they love showing that face so rude,
I wish i would escape on a plane.... escape on a plane
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I would like to translate this poem