“When the sky used to be blue,
Not grey.
When rain was a blessing,
Not acid.
When sunray tumbled through clouds,
Not ozone holes.
And then, even then,
Only when you’re lucky,
And light meets water;
You’ll see God’s promise.”
I said dreamily.
“Mum, a rainbow has fallen
Into the sea! ”
She pointed at the horizon,
Where floating were patches of
Oil.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good one... A great message on global warming..... Simply great... Good job i must say