Sixteen lit frames in one building
Reminds me of yesterday’s poem:
Distracted though by this young pair,
The girl on the cement bench in BKC
Fair, young and absorbed with eyes
Glued to her beau three feet in front
Is acting out what he says, full of life.
In front, on the pavement, another pair:
The girl turns and notices: I find most
Are curious but clam up when responded to.
While he not bothered, and not aware -
Springs to take action only if there is
Some interference, or one more beauty!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem