A STRANGER

Mystic were her eyes,
A beautiful hazel gaze.
Quiet and charming,
Yet so loud.

Her skin so smooth,
Yet has a texture of its own.
A beautiful shade of honey
Almost blending into the beige of her dress.

Her voice so melodious,
It reaches deep into the heart.
A cute pair of dimples adorn her cheek,
Dancing to the melody of her laughter.

Just then, the bus comes to a halt.
She rushes out of the exit door,
And gets lost in the crowd.
And here I sit,
Wishing to see her again
Sometime in the future
In a crowded city bus.

- Ankita Bhattacharjee