From Sealdah to B-gardn
When the conductorcame for fare
I cut two tickets
The conductor looked strangely at my face
But remained silent
All the way I was thinking of you
How much we loved this ride
And the view...
Thousands tidbits were coming to mind
I was laughing ruminating
At the last stoppage he came
And asked a silly question: where is the second one?
I looked at me
But I think all the way I was not alone
Only a smile
I gave him
And sure, he thought me, indeed, a fool one
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