Now from the other side
I’m thinking whether they were tied,
As if returns to scratch my wounds,
Quietly i forgive and deliberately I call to the majesty just like Hounds.
In the night I crawl even in my dreams, which are boundless.
Makes me blunt as well as cranky,
Here’s Another turn for you to be skanky.
So now I call my well wishers fine noon,
So that karma will confirm my boon.
Ending this ‘Another’ with a hope that my writings aren’t folly,
I promise my friend, you will soon end up with lots & lots of jolly.