Realms of this life have been closed and no
understanding can be learned.
No one wanting to find out what's going on
in this mind.
Thoughts always running rampant, helping to
write poetry.
Not another soul has the patience to listen
and delve into the mysteries of my mind.
Save one, Tushar Ray, a scientist who under-
stands me more than anyone I've ever known.
Finding things about my mind that I didn't
even know myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem