Maybe in other life...

Maybe in other life...

Maybe in other life, a girl will be born...

A lone girl in a crowded room but the happiest she has ever been ...

Where smell of freshly cooked rice and rich mud after rain upon the ground would excite her,

Where humming the tunes of the birds would bring her joy...

Maybe in other life, she'll be free...

Free from expectations that world has thrown at her without feeling any remorse ...

The girl has died, a woman has rose...empty, yet smiling through the pain, smiling at the world, going through the day...

Maybe in other life, she'd smile, her soul would smile, and she'd have nothing to worry about except if the rice is cooked or not or if it has rained or not...