Who brightens my day through and through?
It’s you, it’s you, it’s you.
Who makes me smile when all seems blue?
It’s you, it’s you, it’s you.
Who loves me with a love that’s true?
It’s you, it’s you, it’s you.
Who’s an angel but has no clue?
It’s you, it’s you, it’s you.
If life was a balance sheet
And time a liability
Your love would be my asset
My only profitability
There is Serenity, there is Joy
There’s Awe and Devotion
I also see Gratitude and Hope
Respect, Passion and Care
I see Contentment, Friendship
Fondness and Fervor
And many, many more I do
I see all of Love’s daughters in you
Who loves you more than anyone
As true as true could be
With more love than there’s under the sun?
It’s me, it’s me, it’s me
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Who sings about you night and day
Like the birds — unbound and free
With a heart full of merriment and gay?
It’s me, it’s me, it’s me
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Who picks you up when you are down
In trouble up to your knee
And brings a laughter where there was a frown?
It’s me, it’s me, it’s me
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Who runs to you when you need it most
No matter how far you may be
And sails and swims for you from coast to coast?
It’s me, it’s me, it’s me
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Who thinks about you all the time?
Who’s your ardent devotee?
Who brought a smile to you with this rhyme?
It’s me, it’s me, it’s me
All those who think
That love is not real
That love is a deal
That love can’t heal
Should come and look at us
…
All those who think
That love is a game
That love is a flame
That can be tamed
Should come and look at us
…
All those who think
That love is not true
That it can’t continue
That it has no value
Should come and look at me
Should come and look at you
When from school, my Johnny comes
He has a bag full of slimy worms
I don’t know much, I must presume
He keeps them all up in his room
…
There’s nothing much that I can say
It’s just a hobby to pass his day
Developed suddenly around a month ago
When I threatened to cut his favourite show
…
He plays with them all sorts of games
He’s even given them trendy names
Like Rux and Tazz and Weepy Dan
And Phubber and Bubber and Creepy Man
…
I must admit I’m afraid of worms
Or any creature that twists and squirms
I simply cannot stand the view
I find them gross and ugly too
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Thank God my Johnny isn’t aware
That his worms put me through a scare
Only my personal journals know
Which I lost around a month ago
My heart instructs me to write
My head says I shouldn’t
Then they initiate a fight
Stop it? I just couldn’t
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My head tells me to exercise
My heart isn’t impressed
My head says I’m oversize
My heart says I’m blessed
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This is how they always snide —
Piercingly all day long
Then they ask me to decide
Who is right and who is wrong
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Choosing one is really tough
For the other then will weep
So I turn their switches off
And then I go to sleep
I keep telling my mom and dad
There’s a monster ‘neath our bed
But they don’t e’er listen to me
They sleep so calm and peacefully
But I lie awake all night
To give the monster a real fight
He says he has some friends in Hell
He comes out when clock strikes twelve
He says he’s bounded by a curse
He needs to eat the three of us
Only then can he walk free
See the world as I do see
But I ain’t buying none of that
The monster’s ugly and he’s fat
If he had been cutely clad
I would have offered him my dad
If he had rubbed and tickled my palm
I would have offered him my mom
But he’s such a brainless blob
Doesn’t know how to do his job
If now he comes out from the bed
I just might gobble him instead
Free him from his stupid curse
No more fuss for him and us
I am here just waiting
Waiting for so long
Yes you’re late like always
It just feels so wrong
Then I get so angry
It just kills my mind
Everyone is moving
I am left behind
I am left behind
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Whatd’ya think I should do
When I see her now?
Should I get her pleading?
Should I get a vow?
Should I grant her pardon?
Or turn away? Act blind?
Everyone is boarding
I am left behind
I am left behind
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There she comes — I see her
Smiling, careless, free
She doesn’t think she’s late or
She wouldn’t be happy
Then she brushes past me
Ungrateful, so unkind
Even she is boarding
I am left behind
I am left behind
I wandered in search of meaning
Of God and love and life —
Is there a reason why we’re born?
Is there a reason for a wife?
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I spoke to wise men and fools
Observed them from near and far
Watched the birth of a child
And the dying of a star
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I travelled to varied places
Served as nature’s guest
Saw her at her darkest
And saw her at her best
…
But I was none the wiser
Trial after trial
So I went and got married
And watched her walk the aisle
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Then I got myself a kid
Then another and more
The bigger my family got
The more I was unsure
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So I asked all my doubts
To my lovely wife
Asked her if she had any clue
About God and love and life
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She looked at me bewildered
Then spoke on with a nod
“Life is about loving
And loving is about God.”
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Her answer seemed so simple
I concluded at once
My wife may be a beauty
But she’s a real dunce
Frank Solanki 