I'm once a mother of three,

Left them all to another phase of

my peace-seeking sojourn.

 

I'm once the beautiful waterfall,

screaming, running and gushing

through nose and nooks of hills.

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Countless and probably more,

More of life and time,

Happiness and experience that

I lost all to comfort of dream land.

 

And now I beg, Allow my offerings 

to sit on a platter of wish,

Let the incense of my

pains fill the empty room 

of thought,

While reality becomes the stage

for my deeds, my dream.