I
They come alone
Red
Green
Blue
Walk with you
Talk till your words
Dry up -
Then they leave
Alone.
You get up,
Bathe,
Fill up and greet
Another
Transit passenger.
II
They change trains,
I whisper in the ears
Tales - as they wait,
They wait, to leave me.
In silent dusk
I wander
with pregnant hope,
I wait, to be emptied yet again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem..Well written of passengers and trains. Liked it.