It is going to be a nice day
he was saying to himself.
It would turn out to be fruitful
he was talking to himself.
It is going to win a fortune
he was goading himself.
It is all going to be
and the thought led himself .
He is living in a world of his own
not wanting to listen to the voice of reality
not interested to know what i
s happening
getting irritated if someone cross him
Well, that has been his way of doing
all through the years
not striking on things in hand
but groping for something far beyond.
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