From the platform
Waiting for the train
I can see
The foliage
Of the old tree,
The mighty tree,
Huge tree
With a sturdy growth,
With the twigs branching over
A landscape
And the crowd cawing,
Trying to settle
With the mynahs
Rivalling for,
Flying in flocks,
Making a noise
And the evening descending,
Darkening to envelope
And to silence it all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem