standing on platform no.5..
in the distance a whistle blows..
unfortunate ones break into a run..
worried parents with anxious faces..
happy husbands looking wistfully out..
friends shouting youthful goodbyes...
amidst all this i stand alone..
watching her climb into her coach..
i see her turn around, reach out to me..
our eyes meet, time stands still..
words unsaid, and yet volumes spoken..
yet another goodbye, only to meet again..
someday.. somewhere..soon.
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why r u hibernating these days!
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