Be happy with smiles

Dear girl,
You look at me; you smile at me.
I don’t know what way you do.
I look at you; I smile at you.
I do know what way I do.
Would you do the way you do,
Had you known the way I do?

Doubtful!
Yes, who can guess
What lurks under my skin,
A cold skin, an old skin?
You look at me; I look at you.
You smile at me; I smile at you.
I am happy; you are happy.
16.11.2000, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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