if only i could paint,
i would have turned my thoughts into colors,
if only i could sing,
all my worries would be songs
if only i could dance,
dance of joy it would have been
if only i could compose,
melodies and harmonies would be my life
if only i was a poet,
my poems would present my agony and my ecstasy
with the longing to express 'me' in these forms, limited only by the inability of my self,
i write these words, since words i can write..