If I could paint all my words

And cover all my scars

Sugarcoat all my verses

And somehow mould my snarls

If I could curtain my pride

And not strut my envy

Retain all my follies

And take failures in my stride

If I could just restrict all my hatred

In the walls of my heart

Maybe I could have gone past you

And not finished at the start

Himanshu (1998)