One glance at my garden
Will give you an idea of the burden
We city folks have to face
In the fight for luxury in my race
Because the sight of the plants drooping
Has caused every city-gardener weeping
The emission of pollutions
The roads with frequent collisions
The houses with many televisions
The people with these tensions
This is what I see day to day
People don’t care come what may
There must be something wrong with the mind
Or why would they think of harming human kind
The villages are transforming into towns
The people everywhere are gaining pounds
All because of development in technology
If this is the case we all have to flee
To a place where no one has power in mind
But enjoy god’s gifts whatever they find
And what a world that would be
For the best things in the world are indeed free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have beautifully depicted the plight of urban life in your poem. Thanks for sharing.