When he asked,
Said I,
I search my heroines
In the train compartment,
At the airport,
The bus-stop
And sometimes
At the town square
Donning the goggles
Looking like a fashion designer,
A beautician,
An anchoress,
A model,
A media fellow
With the smartphone
Plugged with the wires
Hearing music
She emerges and vanishes
Out of sight
Like a dream girl
Coming and going,
A cinematic personality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem