My first poem in English

They are just the people
sitting near the railway track
Looking at their life
which is possibly
and unintentionally
 flowing
to the great universe
of untaken chances

and I'm a traveler
who has lost
the ability to
wave to strangers

and I'm a traveler
concentrating on
the Lonely Planet
so damn lonely
with greener grass
in the places
I'm heading to