a thousand miles
to exotic shores
and sandy beaches and giant waves
and one is excited;
but a stone’s throw away from the same
the local is bored by plainness
and the regularity of roughness
for one is anxious for a living
Two different walk of lifes expressed in this poem, someone is suffered to survive the boring plains, and a few time visitor`s exited, good poem, Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You can really feel this experience if you travel (just once will do it) somewhere beautiful and virgin and unsullied. Great how you captured it in these few, eloquent lines.