Deepak Ranga (01-01-1983 / India)
The Metro Train
Travelling in the metor train, I was sitting idle,
there was nothing to do, so I started to write for you.
The journey was long, but your thoughts were more strong,
There were uncle and there were Aunties,
some standing and to one I gave my seat.
The weather looked nice and the scenery was a treat,
but your beauty is something that even Nature can't beat.
Standing for long, legs got tired and I felt weaker,
An announcement was made, a guy said voice is sweet like a song,
I thought of calling you and putting on speaker to prove him wrong.
I saw some kites in the sky and I realized even you could fly.
when I crossed Akshardham temple,
I thought your devotion to God is more than Ample.
The Sun was about to set, it looked like an Orange ball,
If you ever need me and I'm UP THERE I'll still answer your call, i'll always answer your call.
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