The skies I've built often
The clouds I've breached often
And the breeze I've kissed often,
Are laughing at me
As I'm dead now,
Like a fallen leaf.
The suns I've stirred out
The winds I've churned out
The souls I've sheltered out,
Are laughing at me
As I'm dead now,
Like a fallen leaf.
The flowers I've scented with smile
The bees I've befriended from Nile
The fruits I've harvested with style
Are laughing at me
As I'm dead now,
Like a fallen leaf.
The cuisines I've spiced for
The cooks I've become for
The tastes I've shed for
Are laughing at me
As I'm dead now,
Like a fallen leaf.
The home I've echoed, 'O
The hearts I've pumped, 'O
The patience I've tamed, 'O
Are all laughing at me now,
As I'm a mother- Old!
Dying now,
Like a fallen leaf- dusty!
Beckoning the gigantic stone-branches,
Above my dust ridden -soul.