The faces in the
Train: 
Weary, 
Nostalgic, 
Flabbergasted nocturnes
With calloused hands
Holding morose tickets
Of departure -
Still stare at the
Ticket booths, 
The desolate waiting
Islets
As they shrink in the distance.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    