In what direction does he walk?
In what direction does she talk?
All I see are dull black shapes
Steeped in rain and darkness.
Multi-coloured lights shine
Diffused by teeming rain
And in amongst these glaring glows,
The silhouettes and shadows.
Faceless people trudging
Bent and stooped and cold
With angled brollies stutter past
Shining roads and pavements.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem