Ran all around the world
exhausted, writing poems
never felt satisfied
The train is leaving the station
ran behind, wondering
where it leads to
no ticket, no money, no food
asked the co-passenger
Train moves faster
Sunset and Sunrises
'never stops ever? ' questioned
One day it stops
Where the poem hunters flock
in every corner of the city and villages
where the people draw rainbows in the blue blue sky
with the imagination, so vivid, never told before
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem