That day
I was roaming
In the lonely railway station
With great energy and enthusiasm,
After a long time..........
An insane vagabond appeared
In front of me
And asked me with a smiling face,
'Do you know me? '
I stared at him for a while and answered,
'Not at all, '
Being surprised,
The vagabond said to me,
'Dear friend!
Then you are still incomplete.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" An insane vagabond appeared /in front of me"…..The question that pops up ‘who is more insane, the vagabond of ‘me'? '