Whose bright idea was this?

Nanga Tirumbi pui irkanum (We should have gone back)

Words that I often hear you say

You’re only young with inclination to forget

Words that I often hear you say

What if I'm closer to the the thing that you have always wanted

But you’re so quick to recommend I go and disregard it

Is it as late as you had feared, as if the guilt suffices

Maybe I’ll find it anywhere, left to my own devices

All you fear that you’ve lost

Nan maṟantuvitten (I forgot)

That one thing that you want

Nan atai punna matten (I won’t do that)

As if I’m taking after you with every step

Call this the only path and it will not exist

Spare me I understand, I get the gist

I’m often left to ask, Whose bright idea was this?