I wonder where the green grass went,
All buried under the new cement.
I wonder where the birds have flown,
They have gone to find another home.
I wonder where the footpath's gone,
Right underneath your car, my son.
I wonder where the old folks go,
The nursing homes GB surely know.
What grows so fast before my eyes?
A garbage dump, a million flies.
Is this the place you celebrate?
In prose you made it sound so great!
It was before I knew it was fate.
Stay safe. Stay lucky and stay in love with nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful poem dear, Dibya. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.