On the station, waiting for the train, I saw her and changed my lane.
I catched the train which she took, Just to take some of her close look.
Sitting face-to-face but strangers for other, Her face was a book, without any fake cover.
I raised my eyes, still sweating like hell, Decided to talk to her, suddenly heard the bell.
Her station arrived and she stood up to go, Even the lips were shut, soul was sayin\', \"NO\"!
My eyes opened, I was on my bed, just a dream or a night mare I had?
She is not real then why I want her?Feel of her presence was true, not blur.
But today, a magic happened only God can show, I met her in real life, even she also know.
In her dreams, I also might have appeared, We finally talked to each other, without any fear.