Never wonder that I would be able to find ,
The exact person as I have always described in my lines.
Would ever it be true,
and the person will be able to do justice to my 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 person but a friend,
Being with you I can only pray that the road never ends.
Have an age old historical problem of being optimistic at times,
And I myself do not know how you always come in between my lines.
Too early to say what fate the destiny has for us,
Will accept everything in his name without any fuss....
