does it flow like a river?
its source in the mountain
chiming a crystal clear sound
since the first rain of creation?
or does it choke like a river
fed by a thousand man made tributaries
that it regurgitates before it could zig zags
its way clumsily out to sea
swarming homes with its rubbish?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such contrasts, neatly juxtaposed. Justine