Was in a pub,
Watching the traffic of
Life.
Norah Jones wafting
Over the airwaves.
Different couples and faces.
Moving on.
The tightness of youth.
(The wherewithal of now!)
Sucking chips and upside-down
`T minus one! `
Thrown in,
Alone with their
Insecurities.
Again watching
The traffic of life.
The world doesn`t get any better,
Dealing with each others` pain.
Thinly related stories
Of seclusion.
Shutting doors of
Intimacy,
To anothers` loneliness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem