Capital City of Angels,
Venice of the East.
An urban jungle of high-rise tower blocks
Who look down upon a congested tangle of vehicles,
Like the links of an impenetrable chain.
An endless sea of mobile humanity,
Awash with the honk of horns
As defiant drivers strive to arrive
Ahead of the timeless tailback
Of treacherous traffic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem