I stood there waiting
for a gap in the traffic
to cross the highway.
Lives rushed on throbbing
from the hoary past,
through looming future,
to unknown destinies, far away.
Till their steps staggered,
raised hands groped in the void
to help the collapse on the tarmac.
Ages passed to centuries,
years, days and moments
while I stood.
an interesting poem of life not being in the fast or slow lane but just waiting and observing? .........well written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very sustained write. Thanks