I have met a lot of people,
Until now,
I have a lot of memories too.
Some of them bring tears,
In my eyes,
Some bring a smile too.
I am a drifter,
Here today, gone tomorrow,
But I am a human too.
These chance encounters,
People and Places, I bow,
Are what I'm made of,
Bad - yes, but some good too.
It takes one wrong step,
To fall down,
And it hurts a lot, too.
Sometimes though,
Through the pain,
You get to know you.
It so happened,
To me somehow,
I have fallen too.
Broke my bones,
My temper and relations,
But my will - is anew.
These chance encounters,
Familiar strangers,
I have seen them through.
These memories,
Of joy and sorrow,
They are virtue.
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