They are walking
In the silent procession,
I don't know their intention,
But In course of time.....
I realise
Its great significance,
They have wholehearted concentration
And iron determination,
They are tirelessly walking
Through the busy road,
I minutely stare at them
For a long time,
Suddenly a blurred face flashes
In my mind's eye,
He silently says to me,
'They are walking for me.'
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very keen observation on people's behavior tinged with mystery. Well presented.