In Brampton
Here, in Brampton,
Mostly, men wear turban
Piece of folded, round cloth.
By people who judge fast
(Read cover, not contents,)
This is damned.
Sikhism and mullahs wear Turban.
We can all ignore it as we have…
With women and fetish of their kind
Why not use wisdom’s eyes?
Think of this as cloth, simple, plain
Used as man desires.
Helpful to dress wound, and blood
Also for having sex in the farm, a cover.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem