often

Often I ask this question stunning,

Why I am not worthy for those who are cunning,

May be I don’t know how to make them pleasing,

The cause I lack in having intimate associating,

To make friends, is this necessary to do buttering?

Often I ask this question stunning……..

Sometimes I miss having a best friend in my life,

With whom I could make all my moments revive,

No matter a girl or a boy, could sing the narration song quite,

Shall I have a companion who comes silently and smile?

Often I ask this question stunning……

I dream formerly my best friend coming towards me,

Says open your eyes, come out 
from your dreams and look at me,

Utters, so far from here cuckoo is composing a sweet poem just for you,

Having the grasp of my hand shows the showering drops of rain look alike sweet due,

Often I ask this question stunning……….

 

Does this really happen in this practical world ?

Or the milk of my fancies will convert into curd,

Am I just a worthless character of this world story?

No I have different visions; I am not just for making others happy,

Often I ask this question stunning………………….