Uncertain

Suddenly we met again that day, On a railway carriage. Our destinations were different, Our glances were recurrent, For some time we were near Each other, though not together. I had to disembark first, With no word said but smiles cast, Half acknowledged and half lost, While I kept my fingers crossed. Couldn't know your destination As I didn't ask about your station. Wondered where you would go, Which home you would enter, Which bed you would retire on, And like your old habit, Would you read a poem or two, From the book kept under your pillow? Would you wander to a fairyland, While still holding the book in hand, Would you see a dream wide awake? Where slowly appears a poet's visage, One that you love or not, is a mystery, One that creeps into the lines of poetry. Dhaka 24 January 2015 Copyright Reserved.