Two eyes meet
Strangers are they both
The gaze stay a bit longer
Each mind sees and knows
Each eye mirroring
the person inside
Both sad and forlorn within
What the cloths failed to hide
No recognition
None of the worldly relations
The fleeting moments,
Were their only connections
In the intersecting moments
Two lives converged
two forlorn eyes connected
No rich no poor
The moments passed
Two Lives separated
Living their own scripts
Strangers once more
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Thanks Sir
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Keep writing…You are amazing 👏
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Keep reading…you are amazing too
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