In serene or chaotic,
Walks of life's lanes,
I make a delebrate effort,
Or just stumble,
Upon souls,
Dressed as yin or yang.

Some touch my soul,
With only an eye contact,
Albeit, for a second,
And flutter my heart.
Some walk with me,
For a while,
And depart,
As our souls journey,
Takes a turn.

Some walk with me,
Hand in hand and
Shoulder to shoulder.
I yearn, it lasts till eternity,
Or till death does us apart.

I don't know,
What future has in store.
But, they all,
Take a piece of my heart,
And create a bond,
Tied with a common sentiment,
That knows no physical bounds.

maitreyee joshi

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