A lonely street
Yet 
Here and there
People walking 
Up and down
The streets 
With wierd....minds 
-thots 
under pressurised pressure 
Haphazardly 
shooting 
up and down
They cris
they cross
Helter
skelter
to form
Brain cells 
concentrated with
Neurotism
Which in turn form
Clay which mould 
Bricks that build 
A disturbed brain
A disturbed soul
A disturbed being 
A disturbed street                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    