In the lonely railway station
Of a winter night
I met a stranger,
I asked him anxiously,
'Who are you? '
He remained silent,
Again I asked him,
'What is your name? '
Again he stared at me
And didn't answer,
Thereafter when I went away,
He muttered something
Which I could not listen.
he muttered noting... but some funny things... an unceremonious intervention
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is really sad... maybe he must be senile and hard of hearing.