17 APR 2018 AT 7:19

Bangalore, and summer rains.
Alone , drenched , I wait for your train.

I wait ,wet with hope ,you shall arrive ,
I wait on the way;
Wet my tears , wet my dreams , wet in heart,
I still await and pray.

People come , people go,
flow of life shown in the rail.
After depart, remembers the heart,
passes away the trail.

Memories are manufactured.
Diminished too are memories,
Oh life , oh train, u make so many,
so many unforgettable stories.

- ©️Itzskay