there is no oxygen in the university
like there is in the house
beside a hill
where the river flows
and some birds sing
yet you too miss the city
and you go back there
and live a life
of both
city and rural
like a pendulum
to and fro
all because poetry
tells you to do so
flowers and poles and clouds and skyscrapers
and waterfalls and
citystreets and cafes by the side
and then back to
a picnic with wife and kids
on the grass and plains
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem