When all of the cans turn to can't
Your magic never fails to enchant
In agony when I seek some respite
I am here; surrendering my might

When I shall die,will thou be gone?
Gone forever,letting me drift alone?
Do you promise to set the sunrise?
In my soul's eyes,after my demise?

Its never too early or never too late
To sit by the ghats, unafraid to wait
Wait for the questions never sought
To find the answers seers never got

While the whole world may not be in my fist
I get a glimpse of it in our occasional tryst