Mean it…


“See you”,sometimes sounds so blunt,

as if sure of the next moment’s stunt.

Take care and see you tonight,

as if sure of the impending moonlight.


Bye for now and see you later,

as if I’d be then far more better.

Will call you in the evening,

as if I’d be surely waiting.


How are you and several,”what’s up?”,

kind of chokes and gives me a hiccup.

Have a nice day or afternoon,

we got to mean it and our greetings prune.


So nice to see you after so long,

say it as if its our most loved song.

Etiquette have become just a manner,

to show in big letters like a banner.


Fed up of these plastic hypocrisy,

of their intent and their secrecy.

Why can’t we just smile when we see each other?,

stay mum and let the eyes follow the earlier.


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a sarcastic poem with a mild sense of humour.i enjoyed it.

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