How beautiful yet sad in deep Is the story of my life I weep Ode I write words get lost Still I express, my life at cost Reading my life the matter arose For cause of my being I got morose One beautiful life, it was a gift Peacefully through times I swift Through the gifts I got in other forms To sway me up in winds and storms And living until I took no pains Until my conscious gave my brain some strains To think my deeds for the makers of my life My efforts for those for me who strife And I find faults I step to correct But lo ! Here am I gifted another aspect To begin my act of gifting someone To relieve them as if their job's done And then I engage myself into this series Until of this my soul itself releases And this goes on and on Till dusk departs and arrives dawn But here comes a cry deep from my heart 'O wondrous creator ! Recreate thy art' Give me a chance to gift them back All what I can have in my pack For serving them shall be my soul's every act Till my eyes find their souls react
I am ready to pay my cells as cents For those great beings people call my parents.
