subway train winding down the track
new people (but the same)
at every stop
children laughing
old people silent
couples kissing
as if no is around
subway train going through the night
to all destnations
knowing no difference
stops all the same
wheels screeching on the tracks
no end for the subway train
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah, we are all travelers trying to get somewhere, huh? I like the way you infused this poem with the beat of a subway. Very, very effective.