On the multi-dimensional cross-ways of life,
If ever…we meet again.
All brown and grey,
the green years far behind us.
What would we say to each other?
What would we talk about?
We’ll untie the untied knots of the years and confess our long-suppressed mingled mutual feelings.
We’ll just say a few formal words of recognition,
And walk away,
Tearlessly and heartlessly on our own separate ways,
Never to meet again!
Even after having seen each other –
we will pretend otherwise.
For, by then,
We would be too worthless,
In the lives of