now all debris were gone
just swirling mud around
still violent in its way
digging deep throwing away
we still watch its fury
for some reason, we enjoy
that crashing sound, roar
we are lazy, passing time
there are some of brilliance
selling food, cigar for crowds
I like cake vendors, they sing
'come on, come on taste my cake
sweet, soft, fresh newly bake'
fish vendors, yes, they are like
that Hindi that sells fish in UK
remember 'one pound fish'..hehe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem