With broken femurs, No hope to move
Bedridden, no base to hope,
No limbs to base
No way to live,
No use of being alive,
No wish to live.
Reached the happy Home of RKs.
It's like my maternal home.
Abundant love, care and honour
Most wantedness
Fatherly shield, mother's care
Became a factory, the unwanted broken biscuit
Winning the titles
The Lady of Letters came alive,
Zeal to live, love to live
A miraculous magnificence!
Busy, buzzy, zoom, boom, bloom
All as a free butterfly, No time to Die!
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