The railway track,
Looks the same today
As it did long ago
When I was young and
boarded the third class compartment
Today I have retired from service
And have became old.
But, sometimes when boarding
A second class compartment
third class abolished
The sounds of the track,
Horns and whistles,
Voices of the hawkers
Inside the couch
And at the stations,
Not changed
So I except that
Today I have grown old.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is beautifully expressed......thanks for sharing.....