I met a man today,
whom I couldn’t recognise, and
he was hurt, “How could you not?”
he asked, in a melancholic way.
But he shouldn’t worry so much,
I don’t do this on purpose, its just
that I often forget myself too.
I met a lady today,
whom I hadn’t seen in many years,
“Why don’t you meet me?”,
she said with a sadness in her voice.
I told her its nothing personal,
“What if I tell you that its been ages
since I last saw myself anew?”