My Day With You - Poem by Alind Tiwari
When we talk
We always have something to say.
Our lives so different
yet the same
Every night we play the game.
We talk of families and about our day.
I always wonder
If there's more to say.
Could it have been different for you and I?
Or was fate decided
before we could have tried?
For now we play our parts,
That's all that's left;
Never knowing if our hearts would have met.
Two people from far away,
Always asking, 'How was your day? '.
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