If you travel from north to south
or east to west, you see
turbulence spreading all over.
The twig from a tree top
sees the world's ingratitude.
He fears of the inflammable surface on earth
and he thinks there may be a wildfire very soon.
He repents 'Oh! I just see the world
but I do not have enough time to see willy-nilly flowers.
I am only a flyleaf of the unfortunate love book.
The selfish florists have taken
half of the flowers to the city
and the malaise warmongers left majority of the flowers widowed.
When did the man get realize the good and the bad?
I met a gentleman from Utopia and he said
'getting worse there'.
nimal dunuhinga
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twiddle-one-s-thumbs/
