We are not one,
Can never be,
You know well;
Me too
Hearts beat still
As aloud as whistle
Of a running train;
When we face
Each other at the
Doorsteps of
The city library;
You don't know why
Me too;
Still we go there
Making excuses at home;
We stand on the steps
Making excuses;
Till we see each other
And cross our paths;
You going up
Me coming down;
You know well
Me too;
That the library has
Been shifted since years.
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Wow! Sweet is the memories of bygone days! Loved reading,