Whenever we pass through the narrowed path,
Announcing the perfume sprayed with the mist,
Taken out from the handbag or the pockets,
During the lift open and close for a while
What do we want to hide and show,
to the nostalgic nose of others,
What do we want to show and display,
As if the garden of flowers in the chest
The confused human with loosened hips,
Wearing tights and the gelled hair,
Little frock for your blossomed top,
Legging and the scarf in bright colors,
Leafy greens, pinks, oranges and purples,
The new mercantile from the unknown designers,
The street boys wear dark red and green shorts,
The gym boys are too tired even to lift their hands,
Drinking of protein drinks and capsules,
We are going too fast in high speed,
While our metabolism exists as it is,
The normal heart rate never changed in our new fashion,
While the human hearts beat erratically,
They are too stressed even to think rationally,
They hallucinate after every success and failure,
They are living robots to go to the ATMS and Lottos,
Will Gulping pills save us from woes?
Will the visiting half baked doctors heal our diseases?
Will self help book have the answers to our doubts?
Will the offering of prayers reduce our troubles?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem