Shoes with whistle, I still remember,
Guarded my feet like a squeaking armour;
Every step applauds with squeaks,
And showered kisses on the cheeks.
I hardly experience pitch darkness,
In this urban wilderness,
The external world is made over-bright,
Obliterating night with neon light!
That illuminating torrent from street lamp,
Floods my home with the light of gloom;
Even if I close my eyes tight,
It seeps through my eyelids with all its might!
I marvel at man's effort in conquering nature,
Solving a problem, by raising another;
Encasing ourselves in sealed chambers,
We choke and struggle, fret and fume!
We lose discrimination;
Of day and night,
Of life and death!