This is a poem about separation.

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She thought she saw him in the crowd

At the crowded railway station of Dadar.

For a brief fleeting moment her heart froze

What awkward conversation will they have

If he actually was her Feroze.

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When she realized it was just the trick of her eye

She moved and shook herself up

For she needed to reach her office by nine.

Later in the middle of the night

Lying on the cool sheets she might

Think of him and wonder where he was.

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Did he still think of them and wish

They had not cut each other with razor sharp knives

And parted on terms which surgically removed the other from their lives.

Then maybe they could still meet each

And ask how their mothers were doing.

They could tell each other about bad bosses,

Unfinished projects, renter troubles and 

The awful dates like old friends.

-Armaan

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