A lively soul
Would rather be back to Babylon
Where there were plant towers in hanging garden,
matched by arch doors
Men and Gods had been marvelled by that brilliant beauty
After AD, it disappeared with no ruin left
An old soul
misses its Maya God
Tropical rain forest, Amazon river
Transportation and the trade between obsidian and oriental
turquoise
Was instantly destroyed in one day
A green soul
Cruised on Dutch Indian ship
To witness travelling over continents to thrive and to live
Roofs of London wereturned ad mini Kensington's
New century, green fans are there following
A beautiful soul
Loves planting work upto the sky
Making high landscape by vertical stretch
Skyscrapers of Lion
City have painted the capital green
Constructing the future, when the color green coming
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I would opt for the 'beautiful soul', the modern one, 'the Skyscrapers of Lion'. The vertical poems of the modern world. I agree that many are green, but many others are blue.