My body is supported by men,
who are carrying me on their shoulders.
I am sound asleep and feel solace,
which I once experienced in the lap of my ephemeral father.
They are passing through diverging lanes,
and the kids are looking tiptoed from their windows with curiosity.

They don't know, 'Once I was the master of my life.',
but look, what Godess made of me when I turned 9.
All my lovers are accompanying me on my last journey,
they turned to be fake as they are sobbing. They know death is best to...