They meet at the city square;
there’s no exchange of words.
Eyes pierce each other
sleeves brush, if crowded
there’s an occasional touch.

In the office they coded
storages and networks,
and did what their parents dreamed
of doing only at nights.

A woman who looks
like her mother sees
a man who looks
like his dad; they pass
each other without turning around.

Copyright©2007, Debashish Haar