As walking past the market street, I noticed a udon restaurant,
Silently waiting their turn and they stood in line, the road jaunt.
And nicely and neatly the mackerel sushi and udon were served by
Old lady. When I coming out, the old chef said, good-bye.
(24th, May,2023. Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem