Wrong passenger
Times and times
By mistake I have hugged
Kiss on head was sweet
Then bitter caused sweat
I and she were wrong ones
Had approached with love care
In the rush not declared:
“I am so, are X? ”
The same is with the apps
Comes taxi you get on
Then comes call:
“Driver…I'm here.”
In taxi for the ride; is
The wrong passenger.
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