re-treading daily path,
lost - in familiarities gaze,
mundane journey suddenly cast
in sharp contrast,
borne on enlightenments gaze.
bustling street, alertness spied
heaves with a multitude
of wants and needs,
each unique, reverie bound,
each snagged on to those around.
and surely if the smallest fraction
held a story like my own,
a chaotic brew of sight and sound,
when taken as an absolute,
would drive the one who understood,
deaf and blind in jarring madness,
a victim of unending sadness,
a witness of the modern age.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem