THE TRAIN GIRL: a meeting or coincidence

In a dry morning once ever

The poem will remind it later;

In a journey, a girl i had met

Don’t know why i became so tempted;

To dedicate a poem to her

Who was an unknown passenger !!

I was seated near the window in a coach

She came searching for a window in same coach;

Short heighted she was with slim body

I had never seen such a silent lady;

With red and black she was properly dressed

Smile on her lips i couldn’t trace;

 She was silent for a long

Enjoying her list of song;

For long time i kept on gazing

The journey was getting amazing!!

When did she opened her hair

Seemed as beauty her dazzles there;

Again and again she was shaping her hair

And I thought beauty her resides there;

Eyes though did make contact

But they didn’t remain intact;

Wishes were to gaze at her

I was frightened it won’t hurt her!!

The poem I may not present her

In future I may not meet her;

But the journey was so interesting

That made the poem describing;

Don’t know why I lost control

To write over an unknown girl;

Once she was looking outside

Then found gazing at my side;

With pen and paper what i was doing

Probably it made her confusing!!

She may curse, she may slap

Seeing a beauty,a poet has right to clap;

I had not made her my crush

Neither I had won her trust!!

The journey ended without a communication

But the girl was still in my sensation;

With this my pen had stopped

And my imagination was gone crushed…..