I saw the lean and pale vagabond
In the busy railway station,
He was muttering,
'I have nothing to say........
Nothing to do, '
Being surprised,
I stared at him,
After a while......
The vagabond muttered
The same words again,
This time I asked him,
'Why? '
He smiled and mentioned something vaguely
At a distance,
I understood nothing,
But I deeply felt that
The pale vagabond had understood everything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bravo Anjandev Bravo! ! ! Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem