Three. Poem by Bhaarat Kurda

Three things I wish to do,
Before regret catch up to me,
Three things I have chosen,
From a large desire heap.

First is I want to breathe,
Breathe the fresh morning air,
For all my life I lived,
Breathing is the least I cared.

Sleep would be the second,
For years it evaded my eyes,
Now a deep one is all I need,
Cause its tym for my dreams to thrive.

Prayer is what I desire the most,
Its my final wish and a new foray,
For all I have been given by Thee,
In gratitude all I can do is pray.