Olden-age novelists
I met them in the compartment
Reading and travelling
And passing time,
With the novels
On their seats
Whoever would be they
Novel-writers or readers
On seeing them
Think I of the days
When people used to bring
The novels
From the stalls
Paying charges
And turning over the pages
With rapt attention.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem