It was dusk I left office when
I realised missing my train then
I hurried to station in my grimy dress
I didn’t care as I had none to impress
girls as always are taboo in bogie I sit
tried to get one but this time I quit
so, dirt of my dress bothered me less
then a girl’s ‘excuse me’ toned in, I said yes
making my debut in talking to a girl while I travel
seeing her sitting beside unwrapped I a novel
not even hi as if I was an Indian and she a Greek
I was silent and she didn’t speak
saw her talkative eyes looked of course not at me
looked when I turn and when she turned, at her, I see
as she adjusted her top, dress at her knee
not at ease even I was, to her I didn’t leak
I was silent and she didn’t speak…
time ticked nine, her phone rang then
at once she inquired the train reached Bangalore when
bottle at window she kept while still she was on call
strong breeze rushed in, making on ground it fall
smiled her eyes at me, as if the bottle joked in this geek
I was silent and she didn’t Speak…
Couldn’t see the ruthless breeze troubling her
I exchanged her seat; that is what boys are for
by that time my hope reached its peak
I was silent and she didn’t speak…
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