Impossible freeways and I'm paying for it,
The real time of driving in it.
The azure and bleach white mountains on their side,
Don't satisfy.
This road's assemblage of cars and drivers,
Made it excruciating for me today.
When coming home early was not possible,
when reaching early to work was a task.
we have reached a full level in this world,
where one inch should have covered one mile.
I thought at my wheel,
With rock notes blaring through my windows
,
That the next generation won't understand the gravity
Of the situation at hand
Because this generation never did.
Never did anything about it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem