Days Within Days

On days I cross the road
and the sun shines too bright,
He comes without an umbrella or shade
and smiles at me sometimes.
I smile back
since it’s polite.

He talks once in a while
I gaze at my hair,
hoping it looks better
and not like a blunder it always is.

He might not be so polite
all the time, nor am I.
We are still teens,
upstaged to become adults,
not sure about where and what
life decides. 

He fixes his hair,
we worry about grades,
and not so much sometimes.

Compassion runs in our veins
time and time again,
Even with destinations undermined.

I have this random guy
One whom I’m falling for.
And I don’t know
How and why?

— Debodipta 


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