Building and red sky
Always come on
In their low and high
Till they are gone
Giving their city capers
In gray tone concrete
Ambitions are skyscrapers
In wall to wall debate
People there walking
Most of their time
Squabbling and talking
As the shadows climb
Red blood and darkish
Sometimes they beguile
Of a more spacey wish
In another kind of style
Building’s top breezy
Buzzing in their blow
Rocket high isn’t easy
As the times onward go
Neither is there living
In its pathways steel
Only mirrors giving
For both touch and feel…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem