Looking through my window
Feeling the wind on my face
Watching cars people and buses go by
Ah! the spirit of the human race
For a while troubles disappear
No talk of the rent due
Do I want to hear
Just let me sit or lay on my bed
And watch cars people and buses
As they go by
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The human race has only one effective weapon left and that is laughter. The mankind has indulged so much deeply in this swiftness of time and space that the humanoid nature has become kinked with the the process of self-actualization......