under those
tall towers
following trails
amidst the
crowd of mute
people
the way to home
missing it
is such a
desperate event
as you begin
to feed those
squirrels beside
those duck
sculptures where
the only thing
that is cool and
real is the
grass and some
old trees.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow life needs such green and greenness. Nice write