You and I are quite similar.
In an incident, we crossed paths,
With a billion walking, in this mystical world,
Why did we meet? Is this destiny?

I am to you, what you are to me,
A stranger in a corner, and drinking tea,
A close friend, or kith and kin,
An acquaintance, or a well-wisher,

The love of my life, or my greatest foe,
Or a passerby in a train, sitting near a window,
Someone I wished but never realised,
A bad dream or a passing cloud,

The roles are complex, diverse, and plenty,
It is strange we met, among many,
While my life is full, rich, and unique,
I am to you, what you are to me.