I have visited too many complicated places
Nobody leaves any traces.
These places attire unvisited as the road seems untraded.
Dark night senses feet trail in the sand and wind carrying
Sad refrain. But no one notices.
Just hovering by our side they wonder why the people cry.
To them it’s a mystery as they think people had not yet met misery.
There is little sense of their life only when the moon is high
And as the faint light of the sun appear their traces disappear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is little sense of their life only when the moon is high And as the faint light of the sun appear their traces disappear. Soo true......... very nice poem dear poet. tony