Quietly sitting in a corner booth, preciously
guarding their privacy as they speak of family
matters among themselves.
Eating, enjoying one another's company and
conversation on an early evening.
Tuesdays are so unenergetic, boring - that
people try to inject some fun and enjoyment
into them by eating out with family and friends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem