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My attempt at poetry

I don’t know why – by Monisha
(Wow! That sounds nice)

Here goes-

I don’t know why
I still can’t play the guitar like I want to
I can’t sing like I hear the songs in my head
I can’t dance the way I know I can
But it does not bother me
Because I know one day I will do all that

And I don’t know why
I don’t just pack my bags and travel to all the places I dream of going
I don’t buy a car so that I can finally drive
I don’t even buy a scooty since I haven’t yet bought the car!
And yet it does not bother me,
Because I know one day I will do all that

So I don’t know why
I write a silly poem about I don’t know why
But I don’t write a book that I mean to
And I don’t start working on that animation film I always wanted to
Or I don’t fall in love at first sight or the sights after that
Still it does not bother me,
Because I know one day I will do all that

The only thing that bothers me
Is not knowing when that one day will come
When I will do all that

And if it never does come,
Then I would die never knowing why.