Series of people from one continent to another,
What lies in between a string of letter uncover,
When I’m awake and miss my village from far,
What brings me close a smell of stamp like a dart?
When I wait become anxious someone does his best,
A prompt action passes step by step and we rest,
Who could be you, I know you not,
Still you rush with unknown’s thought,
Series of people from one continent to another,
What lies in between a string of letter uncover,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good write.........and meaningful too..................