Oh I wish I could control my heart,
take control of my most delicate part.
Take control to have those feelings broken
those which lie in my heart unspoken.

It keeps telling me that life is a fantasy
and every time it leaves me in a state of ecstasy
I want it to realise that life is a net,
for once you are in it, you can do nothing but fret.

Life in general is a literature book
where every man has his chapter, even a crook.
My chapter lies in the last few pages,
it is a monologue full of unseen images.

The world today has nothing for me to offer
It is least bothered be I boss or chauffeur.
everybody lives life for his own,
there are no humans only flesh and bone.

Hard work and sincerity have lost its name,
money and power have brought it shame.
If these two powers hold the card for the game
the world tomorrow will be hung on a frame.