I see them,
They are silently walking
In the long procession,
It seems strange and unusual to me,
As I am a man
Of the noisy realm,
I try to find out
The meaning of their silent procession,
But in vain,
Still I am reluctant to give up,
So I wholeheartedly enter
The calm and tranquil domain to know it,
After a while I understand the greatest significance
Of their silent procession.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A mystery, or a state where words are useless. Beautiful poem