I am listening to Allegro
Of Winter by Antonio Vivaldi
On my iPod, the birthday gift
From Tilaka my wife two years ago:
I am walking in the morning
Under the shades of green trees
Looking at purple flowers
On the fence outside Artek Nagar.
I look up to see the sun bright
Sky blue and clean, with
A white shiny helicopter
Taking some VIP down south.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem