The town is now just like desert
The trees are cut and removed
Not the limbs, but all the trees
Which gave us the shades to cool
Which saved water for all
The cruelty is not a mistaken event
The cruelty is a perpetual one
On the pretext of development
On the pretext of communication avenues
But the challenge seems to be big
Here the limp man tries to walk
In the scorching sun rays he suffers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem