State-of-the-art quadrupeds
Usurping strata viae.
How many natty stupids
At wheels at mankind leer!
Like deities charioted
They feel. But it I loathe!
Here Krishna can be quoted
Who Prince Arjuna drove,
And biblical Elijah,
And Phaeton of Greeks…
They're bourne on wheels like rajas,
Their mechanized gimmicks.
One thing to see a prophet,
His charioted flight.
Than see one's nose toffeed,
From his supernal height!
The myrrh of foul smoke,
Incense of rubber burnt. -
And world with these full-choke!
I wish such goings weren't!
Autos, of course, are blessing! -
Opines one. Yes! Thumbs up!
Yet, world feels more distressing
At roar and thunderclap!
Who's fond of grimy alleys,
Befouled boulevards,
And patina on trellis
Of groves and vineyards?
How world would feel without
These myriads of wheels? !
Much healthier, no doubt! -
One reasons and appeals.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great green poem! Loved it!