Though we have never met
And don’t think we ever will
I don’t even know you yet
You will never come to know, I exist.
Though we have not spoken
We have exchanged voices
I have called you out and heard you whisper
waking me, every morning
Though we have never taken a stroll
But I have lost and found you, everyday
You have been my crowd
I was on the train, you missed.
Though this message will never reach you
Or may be it will; may be it has
You may not take the train anymore
I wait for you, though.
Q
27th December 2013
