Your train poem
reminds me
of a small village
with population
explosion
compared to its inmates
and limited space
A train always passed by
whistling daily at 4.15 am
Then it was too
early
to wake up
too late
to go back
to sleep
what else could couples do
your guess is
as good as mine
Such is the expansiveness
of imagery
related to whistling
now by trains only
lovely population
grew up
silently
are you one from it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fine piece....dear poet..