amidst the throng of people,
in the middle of the street
we met
intrepid eyes fixed on each other
(two long lost wanderer)
we stared
the world seemed to stop
(as if in a trance)
we passed each other
with just a glance
horn of passing bus woke me up
blue and yellow signals stop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beeping horns just do that