My Travels In The Hell Poem by SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN

It is hard and so teadius travel to me
though my travel is a nice car
The roads, I ve travelled seems as hell
Just a road with out green trees in the sides

Only wheeled animels flown here and there and
exhausting a large volume of black smoke
No flowers, and the musics of little sky singers
only the roarings of metallic wilds, I heard

One second, I stopped and
felt this travel as the travel in the hell