Petrol and diesel run faster
On two wheels and four wheels
Uproariously whirring and whirring and whirring
Dissonantly sounding and sounding and sounding
The road vibrates tremulously
So do I
Two leggeds spit
Four leggeds shit
The road is filthy
So feel I
And my temple road is doddering on to hell
So am I
They dig and dig and dig
On turns the electricity, telephones, drainage
Here, there, anywhere as they dare
The road is buried in itself
And it's crying.So am I from a pit
Help, help!
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I would like to translate this poem
mother earth has truely hurt and plundered...we call it civilization and development..a cry from it...lovely representation