O Lord! I saw her in a local train
A beautiful face that was in pain,
Eyes did meet that stared at me
Understanding there is no gain.
Young lady upset and rather cross
Anxiously restive as she saw across,
Soul seem hurting at every breath
Fidgeting with neck chain's cross.
Love was certainly dodging her still
Ache unbearable to shed mentally ill.
Dark rings around eyes gave her out
Just a soft touch and they will spill.
To me her times were indeed too brief
Directionless, looking for love with grief.
Lifting of her feelings puzzled me there;
A desire to assist her but how and where.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem