The coincidences do happen,
One may never know 'how? '
You come face to face,
With the person and,
The events seem to have,
Happened earlier leaving,
The impression that,
They happen just for the,
Sake of happening.
Are they repetitions?
Are they flipped coin,
Again occupying the,
Similar space and time.
The closed look impression,
Tells coincidences do happen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem