CONFESSION OF A LIFETIME
- Shashank, 25th September, 2007
I am the most confused
Like most of us are
I don’t have the power
To praise that star...
Which looks most sparkling amidst those bright
Which comes in my dreams, steals my night
Which always remains so deep in my sight
Gleams so beautiful, smitten by its lovely light
But that’s where I stop
Like most of us do
I don’t have the power
To praise that virtue...
Virtue which gives a class and a touch
Of silky velvet, and something so much
Lovely, lovable and adorable such
It is so soothing, and impossible to judge
Her inner beauty, where I fall
Like most of us would
I don’t have the power
To praise what’s understood...
To be a gem, something so rich
Money cannot afford, and looking at which
Eyes cannot miss, they are so bewitched
Cannot even move, so startled and so fixed...
Entranced, enchanted
Like most of us today
I only have words,
No guts to go and say...
Those three words, which take you above the sky
Those three words, but I am perhaps shy
Or confused, as I just don’t know her reply
Whatever it might be, someone tell me why
I love her so much
