Lost in the speed of Metro,
Can't find time for oneself.
The mind reacts in the type of stereo,
Calling the home town for help.
Deadly are the life in cities,
Being stuck in daily traffic.
Though the car counts in comfort series,
Still it steals time very terrific.
I want to be pedestrian,
So,can walk in any tone.
Unlucky are the vehicles driven,
Whose time and petrol both gone.
Wonderful sketch of city life! Liked the second stanza most! (10)
Yes sir...Thanks for going through my poetry and commenting on that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I want to be pedestrian, So, can walk in any tone. Unlucky are the vehicles driven, Whose time and petrol both gone. a very good way of thinking for oneself. i like to be a pedestrian....... then i have time for myself to reflect..... thank u. tony
I am grateful to you sir that you read my poem and commented on that...