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Apr 25
I still hear your flirting voice
In that train journey
You filthy stranger with a breathtaking smile.


Sitting on my seat on my cellphone screen
I suddenly notice a sharp gaze
Oh, it was you
A boy with black dusky hair, in beachy shirt and shorts.


You felt like "a little sun" to me in between those "cold wintery" people
When you spoke, finally breaking the silence.
Your sugary words, made the surrounding smells like a marshmallow.

Your way of talking is too smart as well as silly
Opens a door to a different crazy world forme.
always a very poised girl was laughing like a cute drunkard,
Is that you or your appearance or your voice that makes me high.

I looked for you
In every new person, I met
But as the moon in the early morning,
You had disappeared.


now with the hope, it will be you,
Let's meet strangers, in another train journey to worth remembering.
a short writeup on train journey
YUKTI
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YUKTI  21/F/INDORE ,INDIA
(21/F/INDORE ,INDIA)   
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