Wondering where the hell I am on Earth,
I started asking people something,
Which turned out weird for them.
"Hey there!
Good morning,
Oh no, wait
Good afternoon,
Oh sorry
What time is it?
What's the date?"
Some shouted at me,
And others just ignored.
It seemed a busy world,
Where for each silly question,
They would take out their sword.
Some laughed,
And others walked away,
But one stopped near me,
And asked-
"Who are you?"
Those pretty eyes,
Behind the round glasses,
Full of innocence,
Made me to stare,
The young lady,
Wearing a long floral print frock,
Standing right in front of me.
She asked me again,
"Who are you?"