She's the girl in the back of the room that no one notices.
There's no one to listen to her thoughts.
She's writes everything on the music sheet.
No one even cared.
Now she's the girl on the front stage.
Everyone listens to her thoughts.
She writes everything that all the people are singing along to.
Now, everyone cares about every little thing she does.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is about how she moved from the back to the front. Any which way. Cheers. Subroto