An unconscious disdain's image
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She is half wet half dry
Grin on her face more like a cry
Rummaging her bag as she rushes over the cross road
Mutters her lips.. God.. I don't know why
The tap of her floater on the ground
And she looks to find whether any auto is around
Zephyr brings the mizzles along
As I stare the dangling earrings
Her eyes meet mine
And in bewilderment she sighs
She is shining in a suit beamish yellow 
And i am just a next door fellow
Would it disturb her if I ask
For a day out 
Contemplating mind of mine 
Gathers some courage and takes a leap of hope and propels me to say it aloud
Thunder roars in the dark sky
We rush to take shelter in the shed nearby
She takes her umbrella out
And i know it is time to say goodbye
She steps inside the vrooming auto
And disappears amidst the pouring rain
I wonder what to make of it
the moment's ignorance ..or  the lady's unconscious disdain... 

-digvij-

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