"Stranger" At The Bus Stop

Oh dear, Oh my dear.

With splendid scene of love,

and the passion in smear,

I am watching you from here.

Every step you take,

every time you move,

every word you say and

every time you say.

I said I am watching.

Those slow twists and turns.

That grey cheque shirt.

The half rolled sleeves and

the semi ironed knotted tie.

That brown bag of yours.

And that black umbrella in the drizzle,

ah it hides the mysterious face,

I would love to describe.

I am waiting by the balcony,

and it seems like a Saturday.

I miss you "stranger" at the bus stop.

For I wish we talk, some evening.