They were running for a longtime
As if being chased by a crowd
The girl was crawling behind
like one who spent the last dropp of energy
The boy kept looking far behind
For the roar was still very much alive in his ears
Footsteps thundered from all corners
They ran and ran
And lived and lived
And at last towards the end or sometime in between,
they joined a crowd who was chasing
a frightened soul!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem about chase in life. life is a chase. good to read. Keep writing