We tower into the blue sky
covered by glass,
concrete and steel
entangled, encaged
and at night
peep at the surroundings
with thousands of glaring eyes.
Lightning cables run
right through our veins
and breath,
through ventilation shafts.
We are worlds within the world,
where people like ant’s
work live and play.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem