I wish... I could sing,
make your heart ring,
to the passion burning,
conveyed through the strings...
That I am your fervent admirer!
Yet, my nervous voice break,
missing notes, as it shakes,
word fails, I get wreaked,
when I tried to communicate...
For, I am too tired.
I wish... I could dance,
if you give me a chance,
sign of blooming romance,
put me in a trance...
And take me higher.
Yet, it was just a game,
too shallow, was your frame,
treating me with pity & shame,
I was myself to be blamed...
To follow my desires.
I wish... I could paint,
truth of realities hidden,
but I was guilty, had regrets,
for, I too was no saint...
So I remained, your admirer.