an old man pushing his cart
in highway middle island
for every three steps stop
to look up for gasp of air
how could he go around trees,
curbs coming his way, I wonder
then he stop and turn around
car pick him up leaving cart
soar to everybody passing by
this road was very clean before
until they close that big mall
nature tried to claim everything
along with trash people throw away
we are destroying planet slowly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ending is very beautiful, , i do agree with you that certainly we are destroying our planet, you write well, Great Poet, if you find time please read some of my poems and leave your comments.