By Girish Saraf Bendke
At 9:00 in the morning I had my train,
It's like daily routine which come again and again.
There was a girl who also comes daily,
Whom I love, immensely.
The story started in metro itself,
How I started loving her, I don't know myself,
The daily hectic journey seemed like soothing,
When she is not there, it always left me confusing.
I decided to tell her, even though I was in doubt,
My words disappeared, like rains in drought.
She asked what happened with a beaming smile,
My emotions strated flowing like the river Nile,
I could hear the sound of my heartbeat,
But I went back and sat down on my seat.
I got upset as she didn't come next day,
Whole journey again become hectic, that I can say,
Next day she came and I got sigh of relief,
The God will listen, I had belief,
That very moment, what I feel, I confessed,
She shied and said yes, that feeling was the best.