Not Just a Passer-By
The work stress was finally relieving me
As i halted in the bus stop
I could feel something unusual
That's its not a day of routine
Not because the drops patted my shoulders
But there's something i could add to
His eyes with magnetising property
Didn't allow to change my vision
The hair that got shuffled in air
Must have once pulled by me
The clean shave and rough lips
Dragged me to touch it once
Those hands which has a grace
Forced me to get locked by it
The way he held his bag
Is the style familiar to me
He is the man,here,beside me
Making me feel,a weird feel
As if there's a bond between us
As if we spent a lifetime together
A cab like a flash arrived
Into which the man stepped in
It went past a few yards
By when he peeped out and threw a final look
I'm not sure about incarnation-but
I'm sure about one thing
HE'S NOT JUST A PASSER-BY.....
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