Getting bored
I decided to take a walk on street
Though no one I had to meet
The air was fresh
The path lined with trees
And some vendors selling fruits and cheese
On the bench
Sat people with a friendly face
As I jogged
Thankfully their dogs didn't chase
Each rubbish inits blue green bins
Neither begging hands nor any sins
Alas! there's a setback for you
Whatever I said was a sweet dream not yet true
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem