Capital City of Angels,
Venice of the East.
In reality,
An urban jungle of high-rise tower blocks
Who look down upon a congested tangle of vehicles,
Locked together,
Like the links of an impenetrable chain.
The streets,
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
Epithets apart, this pen portrait is as descriptive and true of Bangkok as it would be of New Delhi, Mumbai or Kolkata. Nice work. Thanks a lot, Richard. A few lines I would like to quote as below: The streets / An endless sea of mobile humanity / Awash with the honk of horns
Thank you for your kind words. I have never been to India, but I can imagine that the cities there are busy too, colourful too, I should think. I have included a quotation from you on the back cover of a book of poetry that I am working on. I will send it to you when I it is finished.