SHINING HAIR AND FACE
My shining hair and face
Is being disfigured every moment
By the unfounded pursuits of the day
My energies are being wasted
For the unnecessary necessities of life
And the reflection of my personality
That is not really mine
I have to make show of my self
To the people not related to me
I have to learn the art of talking
From the books of the anonymous authors
I have to pollute the air
Because I have to travel to another city
To attend the party of a fashion show
The sweet streams of the city
Haven been turned into flowing gutters
And the human beings are changed
Into noisy machines!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully capturing the shallowness of urban life. Well penned.