Solemn, sitting back, watching silently as people walk
by, sometimes stopping to talk when I'm taking a break
from writing.
Enjoying conversations with them, learning their life
histories in just moments of time.
Finding each person interesting, asking them lots of
questions about their lives.
Meeting just now, a woman from India, grown up in
Malaysia and now living here in America.
An absolute joy, quietly gentle, intelligent and very
spiritual.
Being glad that she stopped to talk to me, enjoying
meeting and talking with her exclusively.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem