Strange situation
              There is no interest
No Motivation
              All are good
But doing all this
                     Running away
part of the race
              Why am i staying
I'm absolutely static
                     I'm not  bored
I am not unhappy
                  even there is no restlessness
There is no hurry too,
                      no Attraction
there is aim but no movement
                    I am not agree
But accepted it too
                       I want to do everything but
Everything is not done by itself
                         every step is heavy
How long is the time
                        to pass quickly,
the friends are good but not true
                       But hopefully
Why are the people who are truthful
                        but hopeful of hope?
Everyone knows
he think of others
           the same which is he himself
That's the reason
                     Not every time this would happen again
that my sister wrote this