My Helpless Hand

A paper and pen in my hand,
I tried to make your scribble,
I worked on it for hours non-stop,
With your image in my mind,
My efforts in vain and only thing I could trace,
How can I portray such a beautiful face?
The short black curls,
Like waves of the ocean,
Who pride an endless fame,
Tell me how can I capture them?
Your forehead, how can I describe it?
I just imagine placing a kiss on it.
Your eyes, the most talkative ones,
Sometimes naughty, at times angry,
Always observing, always questioning,
I wish I could draw them,
But to be frank, I won’t like to share them.
Finally come those lips,
Pink, soft, calling, whispering…
I’m short of words to describe them,
Tell me how can I show it in my drawing,
Don’t think I forgot your nose,
I didn’t want to talk coz in no one’s life it ever poke.