Dry leaves

Hopes and dreams of a lifetime,

A thousand fervent prayers.

I gathered them up and walked

Like a beggar to her abode.

But as I reached those doors

The laughter spilling out

Blew away all my prayers

Like dry leaves in the wind.

What now should I beg for

From this strange queen

Who robs you of hunger

And soaks you in bliss?

Jai Bhairavi!