I smell
Something fishy
With you
Dear neighbours
And you smile.
You smile
And I cry
With my love
My own questions.
Time passes
We also pass.
Road is one
For both, though,
We, hopeless souls.
You hit,
It is not true
You are not
Hurt by me.
But are we
Really irritable lot?
I failed to understand
What you really mean!
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