On the circled railway track
Humanitarian train moves fast
Frenzied folks cacophoned a word
In many languages.
A word that moves twice
As fast as the train
Compelling word that compels frenzied folks to surpass their make
And crashed against the moving train.
Unlike many, i would close my eyes
Deaf my ears to siren of train
I would walk the lone lane to win the race rather than run and crash
If to be second means to be happy,
I would rather be third to be happier
For first dies and second fractures
With my third position
I would manage a bruise which i could still walk with
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
On the circled railway track........many things expressed nicely. Really nice work.