Lord Alfred Tennyson wrote "Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dialer of thoughts, and every fool can plainly read in your words what is the hour of your thoughts."
But why should I guard my thoughts, why not share...
It may provoke some more roving thoughts, isn't it ?
When you see me from the closet of a window
I am very hazy.
The more closer you come
The more I open up.
As the drop of dew on a petal
I jovially freshen up my surroundings.
I am Shabnam
and Shabnam is me.
Justifiable isn't it ?