You are but what I am,
Comprenez-vous?
Making wishes since very long,
Saw them all disappear behind moist eyes.
Like the feeling you get in a train,
Watching the landscape fly past,
And you yearn for that one glimpse,
That one elusive nameless something.
Drowning is imminent,
No drinks, no pot,
Just a lot of mundane routines,
I still hear your sounds,
But you never gave me that one look.
You never gave me that one smile,
It's reserved for someone special, I'd say.
And I craved like a fool looking for the riches.
Persistent-pessimist, someone calls me,
The sun is tired, and so am I.
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