I AM THINKING....
Sir Doyle say...
Summer has spread a cool green tent...
Upon the bare poles of this tree...
What a thought of Sir Doyle, , ..
I am looking into the coming summer...
Where is the green tent which cools my hunger...
I am thinking...
I dunno what Sir Doyle has thought that time...
I am confused about my past time...
I am thinking...
I am in search of my desire...
I dunno what I admire...
I am thinking...
After thinking for many long hours...
Something is pricking my thought like bofors...
What it is...? ?
I am thinking...
I am so empty that I don’t have answers for my own queries...
My mind is full of confusions and worries...
I am thinking where to go...? ?
Where ever I go I carry a dream...
Where will I go for my old dream? ? ?
I am thinking...
I go around myself when I am confused...
What to do? ? to be with me, she refused...
I am thinking...
I am in barista with a latte...
But still I’m matte...
I dunno why? ?
I am thinking...
I am left with many questions at this time...
Got lots of work catch you in my thoughts some other time...
But still I am thinking when...? ? ?
I dunno...
I am thinking...! ! !
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