If I could turn my feelings into words
I would have given it a sweet tone of chirping birds
Would have made the words fly
And touch the sky so high
But as I try to search for that perfect symphony
For that perfect harmony,
Words wage a war,
It all begins with a trumpet blowing so far
And I am ready to battle hard till several noons
If it assures a solution soon
But Alas! As they go for toss
I am the only one at loss
I can’t write with words so dead
Upon them let the vultures be fed
I will console my heart to find another way
To express what it has to say
Till then Oh my Heart!
Close your eyes, I will give you wings
And listen to the lullabies, while I sing
Till I find the perfect way
Till I find a perfect get away.
