Acid –rain falls on the flowers
Flowers have lost their flavors
Softness, elegance, fragrance are destroyed
Natural aesthetics are diminished
Burns roar,
Wounds soar
Our gardens have become deserts
Scenery of our world weeps… and weeps…
What more to say?
People do not want to have their say!
Acid-rain of mean attitudes
Falls on the flowers of human values
Happenings have to be viewed
Corrections have to be made
Flowers have to be saved
For a fragrant future
Right path has to be paved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem