What is it that a mere boy knows of love
Staring at the bright night lights of the city
And gazing at the piercing buildings high above?
Away from the hills of home where she’s pretty
And intoxicated with a longing for him
She is struck with the temptations facing him there
As the sun sinks low behind the hill green and dim
Love, justice and distance will never be fair.
A screeching stream of cars, bustling streets
Like bulging arteries clogging, a pulse rising
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem