Never wonder that I would be able to find,
Exact person, as what I have always described in my lines.
Would ever it be true,
That the person will take me out from my so called blues.
Am I expecting too much,
From the one whom I have never ever touched.
Or is it my so called fate,
As usual I am too early, but to me I am always too late.
Want to be not just any other person, but a friend,
Being with you I can only pray that the road never ends.
Have a age old historical problem of being optimistic at times,
And I myself do not know how you always come in between my lines.
To early to decide what fate the destiny has for us,
Will accept every thing in his name, without any fuss..
