Best of Both Worlds
The noise troubles you,
And the silence kills me.
You keep looking for the deserted streets,
And even a single wayfarer brightens up my life.
You find spots with the minimum people in the garden,
I wait for the garden to flood with chirpy voices.
We both die to live in the other's environment,
But we both forget to live in our own worlds.
And may be somewhere in the gap between us,
Someone would be enjoying the best of both worlds!!!
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