In the busy station
They move with great motion,
From the remote corner,
I see them in astonishment,
The condition is true and perfect
For a poet,
I try to depict it
With my noble intention,
But in vain,
I become motionless
With my stagnant thoughts and emotions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When there is such enormous motion, our mind is disturb and we cannot focus. Hence, we cannot put into words what we want to weave for Poetry. A well conveyed and crafted write.