Every week day he waited,
at the train station for her to come,
So that he can see one glimpse of her,
before his day begun.
That day she didn’t come for a long time,
He craned his neck in all direction,
To get her dwindled sight.
And when he was busy,
Prying the crowded path,
Her distinct fragrance,
His senses caught.
He turned around with an anxious heart,
Her mohair scarf gently brushed his eyes,
And by the time he could got rid of the blind,
She was long gone.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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What beauty, an unrequited love, longing and intrigue, such a fine port you are! Exquisite!
So nice and beauty of love
Such longing and beauty. Thank you! 🙂
Ohh..!! Poignantly beautiful.. 🙂👌🏼
That’s sad
Your words painted a vivid imagery
Thanks so much Tanya for your kind words
Oh that longing to see someone!! Beautifully described!
Thanks so much for stopping by
Thanks so much for reading
I appreciate your kind words
Thanks so much for reading
Thanks so much. Much appreciate it
Thanks so much Moushmi
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You are always welcome
Always 🙂
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OOOOMMMMGGGGG.. this is a relief in the world of despair .. beautiful
this reads like a movie scene….beautifully worded.
Thanks so much Deepti. Much appreciate it
That beautiful, but deep longing! 😔
Thanks so much Diana
My pleasure, Shantanu!
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