We touch
Shoulder to shoulder
Hundreds of strangers and me
My eyes
Don’t memorize their faces
But my ears
Listen their words
Talks and discussions.
Don’t blame them
For eavesdropping
They just listen
To the pace
Of the lonely roads
And busy minds.
Some footsteps hurry
Some are slow
And wheels zoom by
Strangers they are
Different faces and new words
Setting new energy
To everyday life.
Roopa Menon
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