Sitting at a distance,
I see a smile
A stranger’s smile
A bit strange too-I understand,
But how to read that smile?
Is it genuine? And
How to read that mind?

What does that mind think?
Behind unheard whispers
Is it mocking?
Or admiring, on impressed
Ever even thinks of me?
May be of someone else
Or something else silently?
Yet, I see the smile at me
Directing a warmth!

Well, why should I worry
On what that mind thinks,
When I have nothing to do
with whatever be the thoughts
Of anyone else,
Notably of a stranger
As
I can only be myself
With no compromise!!