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 didnβt 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 Β© Shantanu Baruah
What beauty, an unrequited love, longing and intrigue, such a fine port you are! Exquisite!
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Thanks so much Tanya for your kind words
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Always π
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So nice and beauty of love
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Thanks so much for stopping by
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Such longing and beauty. Thank you! π
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Thanks so much for reading
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Ohh..!! Poignantly beautiful.. πππΌ
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I appreciate your kind words
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That’s sad
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Thanks so much for reading
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Your words painted a vivid imagery
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Thanks so much. Much appreciate it
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You are always welcome
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Oh that longing to see someone!! Beautifully described!
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Thanks so much Moushmi
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OOOOMMMMGGGGG.. this is a relief in the world of despair .. beautiful
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Thanks so much Deepti. Much appreciate it
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this reads like a movie scene….beautifully worded.
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That beautiful, but deep longing! π
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Thanks so much Diana
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My pleasure, Shantanu!
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