The authority stands high,
speaking of an unrevealing study.
The 'prisoners' sit,
tired and bored.
Sounding the heavenly bell,
brings joy to those who are trapped.
The stampede roars,
and the lecture is forgotten.
Still they loath the knowledge,
of the torturous next day.
When the first bell rings,
it's back to class one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem