Aan ode to the String and the Curves

Starting confused, with only wish to write,
A song which I ll compose with the string I ll buy..
With no notes or genre in place,
And no money to save my face…
In a desperate mood to frame a song,
To whatever crap it mite belong..
With an attempt to make it rhyme,
As if it’s a school day poem or street side chimes…
But don’t expect much of me,
I don’t know how to write,
Please excuse for what it might be…
And let it go for the honesty…

Starting the second Para…again confused,
Looking at the first …giving some rues..
So should I listen and borrow some lines..
And put them in a way no one will notice,
Making it better , but deep down I realize..
I am not the only one , you might be doing the same,
Sharing a common string, only a greater shame..
So I must tell u again,
I don’t know how to write,
Please excuse for what it might be…
And let it go for the honesty…

Looking at the way its rhyming,
Makes me feel like a kid vying
For the grades in his English paper,
As the wish for writing original taper..
But I don’t know the other way out,
Not intelligent enough for the ideas to sprout…
So don’t expect wisdom from me
As I remind as I have always been…
I don’t know how to write,
Please excuse for what it might be…
And let it go for the honesty…

So I end the agony, I know its disgrace,
The song I ‘ll write.. it better be at my place..
The moment it comes across to people I know,
They will ridicule me for the naivety I show..
But it is not meant for the glory …
Neither to top the chart
So I ll better remind what,
I have been good at..
I don’t know how to write,
Please excuse for what it might be…
And let it go for the honesty…