Special Edition: Sankha Ranjan Patra

Sankha Ranjan Patra

The Lady I Met On The Train

The lady I met on the train looked

In the glass with her dark eyes,

As if those were numb and dumb,

Those had their own stories,

Those had their own beauties,

Maybe she possessed a dancing and daring heart

What if those seemed placid and pious?

The lady I met on the train looked

At me never with her sharp eyes,

As if those were forbidden and forgotten,

Those had the grace of any damsel,

Those had the grace of any duchess,

Maybe she possessed a charming and churning art,

What if those seemed cajoled and curious?

I was sitting, not very far,

Like opposite to each other

With a face to face encounter,

But she ignored all the time

For she had to recall someone

Buried in the depth of the burning heart

And I captured her emotion

So closely, and not with eyes only.

I was sitting, very near,

Like known to each other

With an eye to eye encounter,

But she ignored all the time

For she had  to recall someone

Lied in the breath of the living heart

And I captured her innocence

So purely, and not with eyes only.

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Setu, July 2025