You watch the celluloid horror
Of a twelveyear-old girl
Lying spreadeagled, shrieking
As knowledge strikes as horror
In the suburban train
Of three living-dead humans
Watching a twelveyear-old
Dying of love.
(After watching a Hindi movie on the video in a night journey by bus from Mumbai to Hyderabad)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem