When I was fifteen
Once I was travelling by Express train,
There I met a sweet girl … under teen
Her berth was down below of mine.
On first sight she took out my heart
And flew away for a joy ride,
I was not aware at all that
Like a bird my heart can fly in the sky.
We flew for long eighteen hours
It was very thrilling and enthusiastic,
I can't express today that situation
But I can feel it in my mind
She got down next day at a busy station
Shaking hand with promise of a letter,
I forgot to take back my heart from her
And I lost my child-dream for ever.
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