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