I want to hear tones but can't,
an inept from new darling notes!
Or an ear hears voices that someone can't!
I eye the beauty of garden but can't,
And saw that lawn ruined next day!
How many failing eyes have seen this?
Or I eye this presenting absence?
I wanna smell a scent of charm but can't,
That essence stinks or fragrant,
And the pith of charm is in good odor or not,
My enduring nose will pitch this.
I wanna taste a fantasy soup but can't,
Shall sap savor a bit salty or be more sour?
That fantasy will take the bitter with the sweet!
So, I wanna touch the seventh sky but can't,
Perhaps, finite is infinity and can I feel it?
It'll be a riddle on what glowing sky do I belong!
~Tanuj
