Sorrounded with some people,
discomfort comes often.
We receive only trouble,
feelings seems to be frozen.
They seize our privacy,
an individual space is lost.
Why they seem to be thirsty,
for our personal details just.
Age may be a factor,
immatured mind is an empty ball.
Time teaches lesson here,
I wish they learn before a fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well written poem..........10++++++