That day will come soon When the parallel paths We are walking on Will diverge; For we know, Our destinations are different Leading poles apart, may be To places, from where We won't be able To see each other, And may be, We'd be too busy In our own lives To miss the other; But till that day comes May we laugh? May we live this life? May we celebrate this moment that we have got by a chance? For sometime, near the very end Of this journey, If we miss each other, We don't avoid Thinking about this moment.
A public note of personal thoughts