The unknown, in our pretty world, Are waiting for the unknown because
They merely wait for everyone and everything That are unknown for them anytime and anywhere,
The unknown, in our pretty world, Are ignoring everyone and everything that Are around them anytime, anywhere, and everywhere, The unknown, in our pretty world,
Are the heart-broken and poor people who struggle To get the minimum things things in their life, and
The unknown, in our pretty world, Are those people who are sweet and pretty in everything They say or they do in their life all the time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem