Train was late
Platform was full
We were mates
Since we were in school
We were standing
Side by side
A newspaper as a barrier
To our sight
People were coming
People were going
I could not notice
Her being
Suddenly I heard
A name so familiar
Now a days
Only in memoir
I took a turn
Found her near
I got elated and said
Do you hear
It is your name
That caught my ear
When I am meeting you
Years later my dear
She glanced at me
Tried to recognize
A surge of affection
Swept her eyes
She was moved inside
Stretched out to me
Her lovely hands
I held with glee
We entered the train
Her hand locked in my hand
To sit side by side
Lodged in the brain
We sat
Side by side
Turned our faces
To meet our eyes
We remembered our youth
When desire was strong
Memory took us back
Again to love and long
All of a sudden
Train came to a halt
But to me
From the blue a bolt
She got down
Dried her tear
Braved a smile
To bring me cheer
But the time was over
And with her smile
Train blew
The whistle of my life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem