ALIENATION
the mail – train speeds away
in night’s slumber
to the north to the south
the running whistle
surges up the nocturnal wind
overwhelmed by the drones of crickets
the flashes of the fireflies
and the winter mist
I could never know
when thrown out
I lay facedown on the sidetrack
did anyone wave the departing signal - Rajkumar- Calcutta
I do understand and its good for me comment. I expected more from you grandpa.
what a wonderful expression to that state of alienation we all r subjected to!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
liked it it seems you used fast speed and quick dismissal to portray something like alienation, which is quite smart