Coming to grips
With unhappiness.
I am passive till I can.
I am sure this phase might long a slightly longer
And then not so short of vision
I would find my ‘nest'
Not necessarily in terms of habitat
But a place where i would be at peace
At last!
But they say,
There is no such place.
As like that!
#factchecks
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I would like to translate this poem