WHEN IT RAINS...
on a snowy evening she came to my office.
i hope , she may ask about me , my name, and everything,
to the other staff.
I have seen her out of my cabin through the glass door,
she never looked at me.
I was watching her for the last six months in our bus stop
who wearing dhavani every day , which i liked so much !
but we couldn't talk until now.
nobody started it.
and now she is here.
i reached near by a staff,after she left, who talked with her,
to know why she came here for
the girl, just came here to know whether anybody have umbrella?
because it s raining out side..!
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:an incident happened in a day of my life...