there is a way to come
and then just watch
everything
you are not one
of them
and they do not
know you
and you are not
interested to
know anyone
of them at all
they look at you
somehow
quizzically
and you feel their
anger
when they leave
after
you watch them
they speak only
about themselves
there is a way
to leave
without use of
words
and you remember
a few of those who
were here once
and who were very
much in your
situation
you blink
and then you too
shall take a walk
into oblivion
where no one remembers you
just the way
you like it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem