Every day, cold rain falls down,
No hope or sunshine around.
In my cheap raincoat, I wait,
Lonely at the old bus stop.
Shackles of routine hold me tight,
Fun and freedom seem out of sight.
But everything changed that day,
When she arrived, bright and bold.
In those sad days,
The crowded bus made it worse.
Breathing the same air,
An hour of endless misery.
But then she started boarding,
Twenty feet in between,
Without a clear window of sight,
Still, my heart found its pounding beat.
With her, life revived,
Outfits gained their colors,
Joy found its soul,
And I found my love.
Months passed,
We saw each other still,
Without a word,
Without a name to spill.
Spring came after heavy rains,
It was my time to emerge.
With all my courage,
I waited for her.
Day turned to noon,
She didn't appear.
With fading hope,
I waited for the next dawn.
Days turned into months,
No sign of her in sight.
The cold rain came again,
I resumed my lonely fight.
Changed my job, but sorrow stayed,
Hoping for some brighter days.
Then as I worked,
A sweet voice dropped,
"Can we grab coffee between stops?"
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Book of Poems
PoetryThis collection of poems invites you to explore the intimate corners of emotion, the quiet whispers of the soul, and the vibrant hues of imagination. Each poem is a reflection of life's myriad experiences, capturing moments of joy, sorrow, love, and...
