And I’m none to whom all those blames weighted down
I was imperfect and chuckled everywhere what I’ve seen
But now I’m serious, a little bit gloomy you can see
And here inside me a half dozen mechanical devices
Going on without any productive goal
Thus someone laughed out, I thought it’s you
But It was just a tall shadow who loves to dance
You know it’s just a whim of a monk
Who is looking for a chances!
Just an inchworm busying oneself!!
17th June, 2016