It is about a day
A normal day,
I entered the train
Sat on the available seat
And spent my journey there.
Next to me was someone
Who I knew, just knew
But could talk to.
Since my mouth can't be shut
I started and continued
Till the destination.
I realised later
The look on her face,
Which wanted to tell me
To shoo away.
That thing bugs me
Till today.
I want to say sorry
But I am unaware
If she really felt that way.
*Iam confused*
-Zikku
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