The then state of mind.

One windy! evening,
All alone in a corner,

Crisscrossing the tired limbs,
And scratching the tainted arms,

Sipping over a tar like drink,
And chasing flies landing on the brim,

Staring at the people walking-by,
And swinging sight over vehicle passing-by,

As if to enumerate those,
Or else like a hungry dog,
Sniffing for a weak prey,

And deep inside,
the mind longing,
 For a peaceful week end!