Anant writes :)

Couldn't believe I could, but here you go, presenting a song supposedly written by me... Actually I just spoke these words and Prashantee my good fren compiled them, edited them and presented it in a beautiful and presentable manner. All credits goes to her, although most of the words were mine. Still haven't figured out the name though....Here you go....


I write
I sing
I speak
I preach
It's me
Oh It's me
Blabbering about humanity

Meagre-powerless helpless me
Yet thinks I am great
When i sing this song of tragedy

I think this
I think that
I pen this
I paint that
I look around
And wonder
My brains at work
I present you this song
Of poverty

Everyday is the same story
Of wars and crimes
Of evils and the sublime
Of love and romance
And the pangs of changing times
I just write
I just sing
In different hues of pink
It's but the same old song
Of humanity

Yeah you can pack it up in whichever flavour you want
It's still the same
I dont bother about the glass
It gets awfully monotonous
Life
Death
Poverty
Helplessness
Tragedy
Sorrow
Blood
Wound
Lastly
Humanity.