Lalala walking on my own,
On the overcrowded street
Full of people but I am alone.
Humming a song
Feeling I’m Ms. Sunlight,
The foggy drizzle day didn’t bring me down.
Passing by a shop, smell good:
Getting in bought the chicken tikka kabah,
Well chicken grilled so fine and tender,
Saliva lost control but I still got 1km to rush.
Lalala blablabla dadada,
The bus the restaurant the bar
The office the clinic and the shop selling car.
The plastic bag at hand is swinging,
With the beat of my footstep:
The left feet then the right,
Suddenly realized I was at the wrong track.
Whaaaaaaaaaaat! ! Well……
Let’s get back
And find the correct direction again.
I can’t wait anymore,
I’m Ms. Stupid now.
The kabah is getting cold,
And still got 0.3km length of road.
Let’s start to run.
The man the woman and the dog,
The young and the old and ….
Lalala, I reached the door.
Finally can taste the kabah with my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem