Do you still remember
when we in the morning go up
in the same train
you fallen down
beside me
with the hurt feet bleed
until come to your house
I dress a wound the feet
I dress a wound your heart
but at last we apart distance
so far
dissociating our love
like your hand gesture
following train which quickly
going easterly.
nice poetry gesture of hand then disappearance of love regards anjali
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is not known whether u met her again? ! But this is a great experience in train or bus; getting acquainted with a new person of opposite sex; get enamoured and the end of journey ends the friendship. Many peoples' experience. A right subject for poetry; so well written.............my heartfelt 10