I am waiting for a friend
Who left me
In a shopping complex
which is new to me.
I hear the sounds
Of buses cars and cravens
Passes speedily
Thorough the nearby road
My foot hesitate to move
My white cane and its bell
Lost in the crowd
And help me to cross the road
I don't know whether she will
come and collect me
And fetch me in my hut
Please help me to cross the road
High anxiety! ! ! ! You are on the other side of the road and she is in front of you unachievable! ! ! ! Send a kiss to her and ask her for waiting for you. Very good poet, really! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there's a universal significance in all the write ups carrying the theme of waiting in the lines...the saviour / friend is on the other side of the road...with an uncertain existence... what depth in simplicity! My foot hesitate to move My white cane and its bell Lost in the crowd And help me to cross the road - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -