A passenger opposite me br In the bus looked at me br His bare face, a rough feeling worn br How may change, with that my own br br Looking at him and a small smile by my cheeks br Stagnant image sulks and my smile embarrasses br His face and mind not having deflected br Tells something strange I am confused br br Only thing that I have had br It was not, that I think very bad br One more smile came in my face br I could slightly open the lace br br A reaction to an action might have not the same br A small turn in inner may be the aim br When I left the bus and him at my time br One thing, looking at me, I saw him br br Now I remind what I did br And in return he how did br Both we have to re- think, if need br I'm afraid, who he is br br My smile's cheaper, I always give br Did he think that I am mad? br Or would it be the paradox br If the other looked this boxbr br Udaya R.