In a crowded train,
From Churchgate to Lower Parel,
I took the ride in Disney Land.
You in front of me.
Eyes meeting eyes,
Love flooding the space
Between your 25 and my 27 years
Of waiting
Of feeling
Of searching
I clutched tight the steel grill,
To protect you from men
Who wanted your will
Will to be free, will to choose
Will to love, will to hate
I was lost in your gaze my eternal mate
That stop never came
I wish had it come, I would had alighted and we would be one,
But alas
I still travel
You still travel
I still clutch the grill
My fingers turn white
Your eyes turn bright
I bleed for your happiness
You bleed for mine.
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