Be composed; don’t take the next flight,
When you are toasted under the hot sun,
Left with cloudy water and surrounded by the flies,
When your leather shoes are smeared with dirt,
Your shorts are stained with colorful dots,
Look, the land of ours is good,
Thousands of them on the roads,
Be composed; dear brother of few people,
They travel as the rats in the tunnels,
While the upper ground is meant for the rich and famous,
The well dressed people in the clean streets,
We have millions of rugged people with no lights,
Be composed; Don’t take your next flight.
Reality clearly presented. You did not touch politics yet. Beautiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well done sister. a good msg to the people of this world need not to communicate to politician bcoz they are not to listen grand write