Conclusion Of An Evening Conversation Poem by Ankita Kashyap

A little lost, a little crazy,
yet intricately woven,
lies your tale and mine.

A little sober, a little drunk,
like the boat made of words,
is floating in the waters of heaven,
breathes your evening and mine.

A little strutting,
A little coy,
and an unknown relation,
is your abode and mine.

A little conundrum,
A little simple,
seems the circumstances,
of your life and mine.

The tale, the evening,
the abode and our lives,
so much we have in common,
and so little we realize!