Dr. Yogesh Sharma (1-7-1959 / india)

Sometimes, I feel,
The faces which seem strange,
Are so near to my heart?

Sometimes, it appears,
The persons, unwanted for me,
Become most important for my existence.

Sometimes, the faces,
Whom I have never met,
Keep on waiting for me eternally.

Sometimes, knowing or unknowingly,
We become so close to strangers
And to be a part of each others existence.

Sometimes, I find,
The imprints of some one, on my face,
As I have a borrowed face.

With other’s shadow lines on my face,
I, myself do not know,
Whether I am a reality or a shadow.


FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA