Sometimes, i don't seem to understand people.
They wish they had joined us in happy time,
but wish ain't enough i guess.
They wish they could live like how they want to,
but the wish just ain't enough again.
They wish they could squeeze a little more of the time available,
a little more it is always.
They wish they could know more about 'X',
but 'Y' drops along- now they wish 'Z' were- 'X+Y' or 'X-Y'.
They wish they are heard every-time,
poor walls they bare a lot.
They wish they could express it all
and all expressed be absorbed.
They wish they could love one person,
alas,
everyone is lovable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem