July 2nd '09
Just why do i come here..Ohhooo..ohhooo..
To look at the empty chairs,
Dart through the Montior in despair, Ohhoo..
Look around the harrowed faces here n there
Roam about near-full rooms for some spare.. Ohhoo..
Just why do i come here..Ohhooo..Ohhooo..
Expecting a call in progress,
Today or tomorow it will buttress, Ohhoo..
Somewhere, someone will pick a receiver n congress
I wait for that moment to emanate.. Ohhoo..
Just why do i come here..Ohhooo..Ohhooo..
Shifting-through the bus window- my gaze,
Wasting my hours to this haze..Ohhoo..
Back n forth in this jungle n mess,
Filled with void in between two rummages..Ohhoo..
Just why do i come here..Ohhooo..Ohhooo..
To pack n go out for a distant place,
Guess this is a routine in this duress..Ohhoo..
I aspired much more than being sag and perplexed,
To get on with something substantial where i m adept..Ohhoo..
Still why do i come here..Ohhoo..Ohhoo..
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