Today was a not a fantastic day for me,
Any day was like it whether its my birthday or a monday,
It'd seemed pretty normal and wasn't exaggerated,
Routine and normality still taking hold on me,
The life and times of mine doesn't deviate,
That person or he over there can be just like me,
Waking up and taking the bus seems to happen alot,
Probably a thousand times in my corner of the city,
Yet that's all I did and all I seem to do,
I haven't seen anything unusual nor have done anything extraordinary,
Just seen a girl at the market,
Never knew her name nor will I ever,
That second we glanced can pause and stay but it didn't,
It fled quicker then the bus on the way home,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
quite thrilled to read 'never know her name nor will I ever', a little bit lonesome i suppose.