It was an older lady
Walking towards the bus halt
I'm just lost in her eyes
There is grace and vacant inside..

Her face describing,
About her beauty in the past
And her human body
Which is now fragile...

I was starting on her
And so suddenly she found
Something scattered and loathe
She walked straight towards me...

Have got my hand and made me sit
Along the ledge and asking question
But I haven't answered

I found myself in that type of moment
Like sunrise to sundown..

It was the moment
Where I found my second mother
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