π— π—²π˜π—Ώπ—Ό – Ritu Khare

Unknown faces,
Searching eyes,
Strangers but
They are nice.
Hiding laughter,
Passing smiles,
We all go together,
And measure miles.
Some stand in front
Some aside,
Face full of stress,
But nothing to hide.
We aren’t friends,
But still known,
Metro gave me
Some known-unknown.

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