A stranger sits on my usual park bench today br And the Sun gets ready to off for the day. br I approached him slowly and said 'Hello'. br He too smiled like a balloon. br He sends one by one to the sky from its stick where the balloons were tightened. br I said again; 'Brother it seems the sale is very less today so why don't you keep them for tomorrow? ' br 'Let them fly freely as they stuck with me the whole day and my beloved is happy to see the empty stick from afar when I reach home.' he said very calmly.