As i look at you blog
Alone and desolate
Waiting for the owner to log
And then to clear the clog
In his head
It waits for words
Deep hidden
Thoughts with wings
Like birds, It waits
As i look at the man with guitar
Craving for some song
clitter clatter of your mouse
Some love song.. or some swan song!
And then I turn to mine
All ready to shine
My itterly bitterly thoughts
With renewed energy
If not anything else i atleast whine!
Not let my blog alone
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