A waving hand
I saw a waving hand,
it bid me a goodbye;
when there wasn't even a hi.
Damn that adorable tall, sigh,
and ofcourse the silly mind of my;
overwhelmed with today, it jumps to thoughts tomorrow.
Of what if we meet again and stay the same without any sorrow?
Shrugged it off, anyways humans are innocent paradox.
A moment of loathe to own and that of love to unknown.
We're oblivious of smiles we scatter,
god bless that darn sac of matter.
Since forever is a myth;
let's live a today, unfit for gist.

© bhavya_sheisvintage