COLOUTHE REAL

"ME"






Drenched in the spells of summer rain ,
I saw her smiling in the crowded train.
All were worried ,doomed and tensed,
but she was as if numb till the end.

her eyes were bright, hair flew long,
she seemed skinny, but yet so strong.
today she carried a mahendi book,
marvellous designs! I peeped to look.      

turned she the pages with utmost care,
it seemed her passion,unique and rare.
from where she came and where would she go,
none would enquire and none would ever know.

we were , but servants to the  fate,
while she seemed to battle out the rest.
some days she's seen penning her thoughts,
while at times, she would seem completely lost.

she wouldn't think twice to protest,
even when others would taunt her with detest.
she would talk even to strangers,
while we were taught "strangers are dangers!"

once I saw her in the evening train,
as she marvelled at the stars from the window pane.
she hummed a song from my childhood chapter,
as she looked into my eyes in smiling gesture.

I was baffled, astonished-surprised,
to see her feeding the homeless and deprived.
can't recall where it was,
but i saw her serving the suffering mass.

occasionally, my cubicle would think of her,
"Is she human, or a fallen star?"
bogged in the tension and aimless job,
I forgot the former me with sob.

today, my mystery girl, bubbled with satisfaction,
reading Kalam's book with utmost passion.
I too recalled how the missiles and rockets,
launched from my uniform's pocket.

I marvelled at her whimsical hobbies,
when I saw her clicking pictures leaning from the lobbies.
I reminisced, how I used to wait,
 to capture one glimpse of the sun before he sets.

Where's those passions, where's the zeal?
That had the antidote to let me heal!

the last night we travelled back in an evacuated chamber,
a few scattered masses were its lone member.
I sat beside her and listened to her song,
as her ukulele danced headlong.
she was but the epitome of charm
she seemed a stranger that caused no harm.

I couldn't resist to express my doubt,
I asked,"Who are you, tell me your about?"
Listening me with wonder, she giggled hard,
said she smiling   ____"I AM THE PART OF YOU LOST IN DIRT!"



                                                                                                ____________Tuli:)

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