He is a stranger, she is not,
An sms to call, made her voice familiar,
Soft she speaks not to hurt, even the eardrum,
Sweet laughter, when I blush or blast,
I haven't seen her!!
She knows little nitty gritty of I,
I know her voice well, even when she changes numbers,
Her strong broom wipes all points
She has seen me!!
When I sleep, she wakes,
We don’t share the day pattern, the night pattern either,
Well will I see her? She feels it I guess?
I look back, she zooms my back,
Now hazy, she shakes, "It is long"
Which way? "I hope to see you"
My stranger!!