Tasting d bitternes of My thoughts,
There z no comfort for me.
Coz they make me linger on in darkness and doubt.
My thoughts are like a cold winter's night without a star
Cold,dreary n without a soul.
Like the traveller who knows not where he goes,nor whence he comes from
So do my thoughts meander in a maze of utter dispair.
But in these thoughts do i choose to dwell
Bound by their grim grief under the fading trees
Till all the leaves have fallen and all that has life is utterly spent
Coz they are "My happy Thoughts"
