But sorry, I can’t help it

If earth stops rotating,

 and awkward you feel

I’ll revolve it for you,

 won't let it stand still

If wind stops blowing,

and you ever suffocate

I’ll squander cool breeze,
for your relaxed breath

But li'l obsession exists,

I’m not able to commit

Sorry, I can’t help it

 Sun if ceases to proffer blaze,

drown you in deep darkness

I can’t inspect in reticent,

sparkles, I’ will generate 

I wish to sweep them away,

if clouds in sky perturb you

shape a speckless horizon

visibly clear, blissfully blue

But I've a prior tryst,
truly no intent to cheat

Sorry, I can’t help it

If thunders awfully roar,

tear your tender ear drums

evidently I'll pacify them,

turn d’ milieu utterly calm

If in a terrific traffic jam, 

 stuck up badly, feel sick

I'll turn red to green go go 

melt away d' entire traffic

But for the prior liability,
wish but unable to fulfil it

Sorry, I can’t help it

                              

 If restraint lost, in long queue

oozed out of u all your vigour

I’ll make d’ Q vanish by a trick,

you'll be in front of d' counter

If mood’s upset, tense in grief

target is not clinched too 

I'll flip my wings, fly high,

fetch coveted fruits for u

Dearth of time, that's it 

own career yet unbuilt

Sorry, I can’t help it

If gloomy, sunk in sadness, 

frowned in anger, despair

I’ll alleviate your distress,

fill your life with funfair

If d' heart beats muffling,

 your mind's turning blank

I wish to fetch you comfort,
rejuvenate mind and heart

But dragged by my fate,

unsettled now, not fit 

sorry, I can’t help it

If nightmare's shattered,

unachieved, dreamt desires

I'll call a fairy from heaven

to fulfil all, as you aspired

If worried of a fragile sky,

 at d' verge of it's breaking
I wish to erect stout beams

to stop d’ collapse impending 

I earnestly wish to do it

but for time paucity,

sorry, I can’t help it 

If you feel forlorn, fatigued,

from love life fully detached

I'll fill it with d' symphony of  

running streams, chirping birds

To pacify your pensive mood,

I'll cheer up, pat u on back

till a smile in your lips shows,
your raised happiness index

 

But expect no mirth of me,

 my wish might look mighty

I'm a factual mirage,
 I’m sorry, I can’t help it