I'm hard-pressed for time, yet I do have the heart And so I'm writing Know not what to pen down, have a paper to write on And so I'm writing
May be I'll write about 'you and me' Or may be of 'us and them' Feel like playing with words And so I'm writing
May be that starving beggar's hungry looks Or that homeless Child's beckoning eyes Are making me scribble these lines to you And so I'm writing
May be you'll find my words vague Or you might decipher a meaning Intend to leave you in the oblivion And so I'm writing
Whatever might be the impression I create Wish to see its reflection on your soul And leave an imprint on your mind And so I'm writing
May be you and I've become immune To the pathos of mankind Or may be there's still A drop of humanity flowing deep within us Wish to arouse "The Human Being" in you And so I'm writing...
