My willingness is to scream and cry,
But I can\'t.
Saying \'shrug\' when I want to laugh,
But I can\'t.
My intention is not to indulge in drugs.
Looking into the eyes of my loved ones,
I want to forget all the sorrows of life.
During the noon of my youth,
I want to go to restaurants and parks,
Marching hand in hand,
And hoping to be the most beloved one to someone else,
But I can\'t.
Going through the ostentatious world of fashion,
My desire is to adorn myself with new attire,
But I can\'t.
At daybreak and in the evening, in the world of amusement,
Breaking the chains of a hectic daily schedule,
I want to escape,
But I can\'t.
Songs, dramas, poetry, and movies,
Everywhere I want to motivate myself,
But I can\'t.
Against exploitation and negative connotations,
I want to agitate myself,
But I can\'t.
In the face of penniless victims,
I wish to break the opulence garnered by the wealthy,
And lend a helping hand,
But I can\'t.
To control my own pocket,
Earn my keep,
I can\'t.
Being addicted to assumptions of alcohol,
I want to destroy myself,
But I can\'t.
With the propensity to become a great man,
At the point of maturity,
I wish to do more good deeds,
But I can\'t.
So, perhaps for that cause,
Disrupting a thousand walls of barriers,
I want to become a drunkard!
Though, as per the measurement of a fully matured person,
I can\'t be a good person,
Seeing into the eyes of my mother,
I can\'t swerve my way towards an evil and corrupted bay.
I am... I am... I am...
Abandoning all morality,
Unable to gather the little dare to be a drunkard.