The Weight Of Words Poem by Wangchat konyak

I know well that I do not know myself;
What my heart must convey
Is always kept hidden,
Like a treasure buried
Beneath the depths surface of the sea,
And what I think to myself
Perhaps holds less impact
Or does not carry much weight;
Upon that I master myself
In unveiling verbosely.
Thus, in this and that course,
There came the cruel whistle
Of the approaching train,
A chilling sound that sliced
Through my fragile resolve—
And I saw you, beloved,
Stepping onto that iron beast,
Embarking on a journey
From which I feared you'd never return..
Ah! Behold, I see myself standing-
Sad, regretful and full of self-pity,
Wordless and ripped apart,
Alone at the platform,
Witnessing the departure
And disappearing of my love
Beyond the distance horizon
Of the railway track;
Simply because I could not
Describe love through words.