Strangers

So many pleasant faces we encounter every day
Awkward smiles or have a good day, we might say
Doesn't have to know from where & how are they
Just a few brief moments & then we walk on our own way
Small exchanges with strangers, different kind of pleasure
These random talks sometimes results in finding a treasure
We acquaint them once or twice or sometimes more
Couldn't remember all but some have impacts for sure
Even the best friend now was also a stranger once
But we laughed ,cried ,fight ,celebrated ,taught each other & also learned
Living & dying among the strangers is our destiny
Strange it is but I love being stranger & accept it as my identity