Hey there stranger I see every morning
We cross each other as we walk in opposite directions
As you gasp for breath, our eyes meet
A hint of a smile
What are you thinking then?
What kind of a life do you lead?
An empty superficial life
Wasted away as the years go by?
Why are your eyes kohl-lined before dawn?
Do they hide telltale signs of grief?
Do you lie in the dark all night long?
O Stranger, my morning walk comrade,
Tired and restless, twisting and turning?
Dreaming dreams of an insomniac.