She walks down the same path everyday-
Alone, in deep thoughts, or with someone else-
Countless trips countless times in every single day:
To meet expectations which she is compelled.

Along that path on which she would walk,
Many would pass her by with the same aim;
Some whom she know would disrupt her thoughts
To greet her with a smile or shout her name

She lifts up her head to see-
It is just a friend or another acquaintance in sight-
“oh,” she says in her heart
“gotta be polite and friendly again” she decides.

She responds with a wide smile and a lively hello
But all her real thoughts, they will never know.

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Her mind is like a never-ending whirlpool
Throwing thoughts she wants to avoid back and forth
It irritates, confuses, distracts and fools-
“ you are pathetic,” to her it subtly coughs.

She feels unwanted and inadequacy sets in
She thinks of him and how happy they should have been.
With Every goodbye, they part with a smile,
She turns away, then uncontrollably came tears from Nile.

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After greetings, her eyes subconsciously drifts away
Scanning the parameter without any delay
She doesn’t know why it is happening this way
Oh please, she wishes her eyes would say

Then they stop and focus on a man
He’s all too familiar since way back then
He, too, lifts up his head to see
Just to find out whom it could be

She responds with a wide smile and tries a “hello”
But all her real thoughts, she hopes he will know.

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The never-ending whirlpool came to a pause
Not permanently, but it’s just for a while.
For a moment, it couldn't find its ridicule source;
He is her hope that is silently pushing her on.

“she doesn’t know it, she must not know”
So it tries again to fool,
Yet somehow, somewhere
She filtered its voice off.

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hellos were not exchange but the smiles were shown
And they seem to be saying in a cheeky tone:
“oh no, it’s you again” in a friendly way

Actually they mean “thank God I’ve seen you once today”

After a simple nod, their sight of each other faints.
They continue to go on their separate lanes
With that goodbye, they part with a smile,
She turns away and that smile didn't turn into a frown

ok, how many characters are there in this poem? if it has no fixed rhyme and beat, it was meant to be that way.

just jayne 6:14 pm
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