Me And My Air

Every morning when I wake up
Stand beside window, air blows on me
Hairs and the skin - cool....
You, standing under the tree
Waiting for someone, may be for bus
May be for your college bus or
The dazzling boy
Goes with you everyday
I still standing like the tree
The air and the window…....

Year after years the scene continues
I still waiting and you with the dazzling boy
And a little kid on perambulator
In a golden evening walks near the tree
Tear wets window, raining outside

My bus has gone, my cool lost……….