Life’s choices
never made
trinkets hoarded
seldom looked at again
always new, polished
as promises,
next season’s rain
silent as the memory
of a long-departed train.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
silent as the memory of a long-departed train...Metaphysically wonderful expression definitely. Wise poem shared definitely.10
Thank you for your kind words, Kumarmani!