The divine nature got stunned,
When our destination merged,
First time you held my hand,
A lightning of feeling got surged.
Wind was stirring mischievousness,
Sun was concealed with cloudy envious,
We were travelling with time,
Yet its impact was extraneous.
Our hands were glued together,
My shoulder was happiest to serve your head,
The bus was in its own world,
We were...
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