The Lost World Poem by Sari Mavi

I was born in the city. I enjoyed my childhood with excitement.
Nothing is wrong, because everyone loves me.
I grew up as a child which carries the identity of the big city, and I'm proud of it.

I have a village, where the grandparents, uncles, and friends are living there.
A small village that is soothing.
I like it very much.

I never wait for the school holidays arrive.
That's when I could meet with them, my world is another.
I enjoyed the time (with them) in villages.

We played in the river is clear and calm, while listening to the birds chirp.
Touch the morning dew.
Say hello to anyone who went to the fields.

When the morning haze still hugging.
Chest cavity filled with the fresh country air.
Hear the chatter of frogs were shouted down in the rain..

Because I was very well respected and considered never short.
If I show off my possessions I have, I love to hear their admiration.. (Haha!)
However, I'm very proud to be a city boy.

But now, slowly, I felt a lost my world.

When I'm surrounded by a concrete jungles.
The roar of a noisy vehicle replacement babble sound of crickets or frogs in the rain.
My last breathe pollution fills a lot of my chest cavity with pollutants in the streets.

I did not find the river, I just found a puddle of water on the streets after it rains.

Hear the crickets before dusk, hearing the sound of frogs shouted when rain.
Hear the birds singing sweetly, touch the morning dew.
Down a small forest, running along paddy fields..

It's part of my world pleasures lost.

I found it impossible, because it has become a small village shopping area.
Should I blame the needs of the time which makes my world gone?
I really a lost my world!