Luck By Chance? (Or Opportunist?)
Sometimes I feel offended,
When my heart yearns to think
Whether you converse in your THIS manner
To every stranger,
One-all individual out there whom
You know nothing but
Exactly what you had once known of me- 'nothing'.
I have a feeling that, like me, are there people,
Not as closer to you as me,
TO whom you address, disclose secrets, like to me?
For once I was that stranger
And you had not a tad idea of who I was, still you
Gave me a shot; and we talked on
And on and on, no night, no dawn
It was only us, no better no ...