Strange is life
It doesn't give chance to the careless
Playing hide seek with the soul
Sometimes smiles and sometimes bucket of water but salty
Walking along the lane
She saw a group of men
It was easy and pleasing to see them
The so called non gossiping beings talking
And not stressing about success and family but smiling
And then she was talking to the moon
High up there beautiful
Sometimes it too plays hide and seek with her
But she loves him the most
The black stones with holes
She told him the boy walking besides her was adorable
When walking the lane so carelessly
When talking his heart out
When playing with the tiny jasmine she adores
When laughing to her jokes
Sometimes even when he is confused
And most when he sits quite.
Quitelly thinking about things
And which she does the most.
She told moon it was so good to see him
And told him to convey it to him
Somewhere on the earth
Where he might be wandering somewhere
That she adores all his phases just like the moon
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