Walking through the street disgusted with it
I met a woman begging by the road
Told me to tell the 'why'
'I want to die', said I
She grabs me suddenly till the end of her speech
I listened none
Only of one
Her hair speaks
Of Eternity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind' is in the hair then perhaps... A nice one Barua. If only we could listen to the voices... Thanks vai.