Engulfed in your thoughts,
Mellowing in joy,
That office work seems the one to be procrastinated..
But work seems to be adamant,
As a attention seeking kid.
Tell me ________
Now whom should I tend
Your thoughts? or work?
for you swept me like the scented breeze
over the forest vale
for you made me mad like the bees
over springing blossom’s tale
Hoping you feel my sleepless nights,
I seek out solace seeing Tara’s statue face for now
For work beckons again
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