यह लेखन हिन्दी में उपलब्ध नहीं है. इसका अफसोस है
I’m stranger than a rolling stone. say I’m sorted from all mishaps like in a serene lake Know what’s building inside is no less than a hurricane see it as make up, the anxiety on my face I know its born out of your comfort [that] I can’t take frustration from these everyday city’s race of people with sore eyes moving in boxes of steel unaware that the remedy for their eyes lies far away. There where souls don’t need shoes in those less touched diversity of terrains where I don’t need my identity before smiling to a stranger’s face where getting lost is just a part of the day I read, I travel, I write, I become In ways like these I find my escape So, now you know I can’t stay for I’m stranger than a rolling stone and my heart lies in a valley and mountain far away.