Thoughts have <br />No sense of decorum <br />They accost me <br />At any point of time <br />Standing in streaks <br />And tatters demanding <br />Me to sew them up <br />Testing me to arrange them <br />I coax them <br />Plead with them <br />Challenge them <br />To be self-reliant <br />And arrange themselves <br />The way they wish...<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/explorations-lxii/
