The Bus

At times when the heart darts out before the words,
And love spills over before dames all svelte and amused,
By swooning to songs that blared ever so loud on the ears
That even she could hear,
Standing next to me.
I try to fake the charms as close to the original,
Didn’t stop to take the slightest hint of unapproval
That may have buried the noblest of philandering,
At least to me,
I bothered not to be run down by slithering pessimism.
The stops were getting too few,
And I wasn’t able to make her see the way I do,
A much merrier song got itself to play
By the time I had lost hope,
All it may have needed now,
Was may be a betrayal of the prevalent emotion,
A hint of gesticulation,
But I refrained to use that aching pelvic,
And chose to look aside.
As time would have it,
She got down
Not before giving me the heartiest of smiles,
While I looked to repeat myself to anybody,
Who came as close to her or beyond…,

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Nadeem Qazilbash
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That moment of hesitation, not saying those magic words, and the opportunity is lost forever.

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