You are fine & I am fine,

Then who's not? That may be us,
Standing at same stop,
Pretending not tired of waiting bus!

You are looking at your watch,
To just act, you're okay,
I'm holding my shoulders tightly,
Saying, it's too cold today!

People come & go,
But its just ours which is late,
Calling it "Our Bad Timing",
So, we didn't feel unfortunate!

Will our Bus ever arrive?
Or we just mean to wait,
Only loving the same timing,
But all others just to hate!

May be bus will not come,
And we will back to our home,
Living each others life,
Searching circle of waiting in a cone!