I need the feelings back,  
Those which now,I do lack.
I need the magic back,which I created from my words
Which were stronger than any hammer or swords.
I need to feel it again before I lose my powers forever
Then I will be like a fairy without wings doing labour.
I have preserved my wand and broomstick
Day by day I am losing the powers and becoming sick.
It doesn't work like it used to be
Because I have left practising my spells due to worry.

I need it back,I need to feel it
I know it's present in me and I need to search it in my wit.
No matter how much I revise my old works
Like turning a man into frog and spoons into fork,
I remain far from becoming the greatest witch
To whom everyone thought to dump and ditch.
No matter how much I try,I cannot fly
This is neither a joke nor a lie.
Other witches will laugh at me and mock at me
But can't help me to become that witch which I want to be.

But I will not lose hope
And make the portion from my tears,a rope
To reach the success I want.
And it would be stronger than any spell others chant.
I will do it,as my knowledge is more than others'
And make many spells just like poets and writers.
Once again I shall regain my feelings and powers,
And become the greatest witch who lives forever.