ah! slits through blinds
I see patches of my car
like flashcards on green
against pretty brick wall
while sun paints its face
with grace, love and care
we should do that to others
without withholding anything
society now is bent on one
'what can I get in return'
could be due to so much selfie;
plainly tired of giving freebie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem