There's no green nor any blue
No sea nor a hill of hue
Our eyes gain no tranquil glory
Finding there no prairie
A street of houses
A road of pits and manholes
Departmentally concaved
By chasing vehicles goaded-
Doddering, tottering, walk-smitten
As per the doctor's advice driven
Bathing in sweat and dust
Panting laboriously but adjusting to ingest
People of sixty plus quality
Walking along with hoofing activity
Under the sun up once down once
Fitness oohing amid the dissonance, smogginess....
Oh Dhanvantri, God of health!
Born on earth, grown to aged stealth
You too do this city 'go-go'?
Very vivid, little bit ironical, descriptive, with a good rhythm reffering to the rhythm of steps while walking. I can imagine, I like city-walk. Very well penned! Regards, Onelia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
boring and dangerous too taking this morning walk on the city roads...a very practical subject