Trying to make my way through this darkness of death,
having a difficult time of it, but trying to do what
was asked of me.
Finding it so hard to go on, yet I must, for Tushar
wanted me to keep on writing to be studied by other
scientists, that I must be known throughout the world.
Tushar discovered me, found that I use two areas of my
cortex where everyone else in the world uses only one
area, says I'm unique, have to be studied no matter what.
Going on without him is difficult, I will find a way
and make sure all credit due goes to him for he's the
one who used his unequivocal positive attitude to find
out how my mind works, wanting to offer what he found
out to all of mankind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem