Hijab

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My destination was far so far

Intense of the sunlight was high so high

With heavy traffic on the road

Dust goaled around me to roll roll

And my window seat in the city bus Told

It is going to be hard to hold hold

Until and Unless

She entered in the bus

Where I was sitting like a deaf

She sat aside my seat

Where I was suffering with fever as a great

With two heavy glance on her face

I get to know her oval face

Round eye with brownish color

O god she was amazing lily color

With a piece of cloth on her head

It seems to be hijab for her Muslim faith

But her eye cached me as fielding around

So I behaved as a statue fixed around

And there it started an hide and seek

With her eye as a faithful seek

But I led away the conditions

With her fake prepositions

What can happen in this world?

Where crowd was a major fault

Can act as a foul play

Like In the border of lay

Suddenly what happen for god sake?

My front seat gets vacant for a pace

There she jumped for this space

So the mark of interest was not fake

Seconds passed with its feast

With Peace in our favor was least

And there she turned

Like a beautiful moon

With shining face as hot June

Mind blowing was this Ramadan

Where I had seen her face

As a cheese in a brown plate

And I brooked my hunger

With her eye as fluctuating wonder

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A pea nut had broken

My fever went away with some token

To come back was the deal

If nothing happens with speed

Peeping light crowdy fights

Unknown gestures riding life’s

Pushy backs pitchy foots

It was tough and so tight to look

In a bus was a fight for a light

As her hijab was dark and bright

Now it was my turn to play the strike

To grab her in my life was the first choice

Like a thief who needs a leak

I pushed myself near to her to feel ease

Now how to cross the door was a puzzle

So without any hazel I produced a signal

Shh shh shh shh

Believable or unbelievable

As her ears where ready as a radar

Inside her hijab as a mirage

As Soon as she caught the signal

She pushed herself back in her seat

Was so near so near to hear yes to hear

Where the paparazzi was clear

She needs me with no fear

So with fatigue in my voice

With attitude in my eyes

I asked her number as a second choice

Give me your no give me your no

But it was so loud in the cave

Where a peacock was singing to form his grave

People noticed me with an intention

Soon I raised my head as in a function

Where several eyes were pinned on me

It created a fear and tension

I balanced myself by changing the gear

But she again turned with reverse gear

Like a pretty child in a mirror chase

I was forced again to see her face

Her eyes her nose her lips

Were saying me something

But I know she needs me

Anyhow for anything

But the people and their gestures

Where troubling her not to utter any thing

As soon as I get to know the fact

A bloody jayant sat left to my seat

And without any reason he introduced himself

As a calcuttaian feat with high beat

He blushed out his history

But I was not interested in his mystery

Before he could poison the chemistry

I ignored him as a misery

And I concentrated on my mission

To get her was my decision

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Round eye ready to shy

Bulky cheeks ready to cheese

Pink lips ready to kiss

A rhythmic shiver ready to shower

Cream color or dream color

A treasure or Arabian fever

Whatever an amazing flower

Yes she was there I was there

Where I continued with my signal

I continued with my interest

There she turned and turned

And turned as a favorite West

Yes

By shrinking her nose

By crunching her cheeks

She expressed her sorrow

That I can’t do anything to speak

Heavy temper begin to heat

She shook’d her head in the East

To the shitting crowd as a release

Where she might tempt to say

Look at the people

Look at the teeth’s

How they are shining

Bloody deeks

Can’t u see u creek

Hmmm I know

Now I was getting tensed

Will this story get an end?

My face became like a cruel lizard

Where people were acting

As a wicket hazard

A silence occupied to balance the needs

And there she stood up to leave the seat

Making distance for a relief

A Jacky slipped on the feet

With a weight more than the deeks

O my god where she is going

Is that she is not interested

Or I am the trouble in her eye

O god please don’t let her go

No no no Ooow

But I decided my self

With her hijab as a faith

Yes

She will turn around ones

To see me as a fruit around ones

Merry go round Merry go round

Oo I think her stop is going to arrive

Merry go round Merry go round

And my heart was beating

As my death arrived

Merry go round merry go round please

haa

But there was no merry no round

Nothing happened all around

She went away by tapping the foots

As a cattle freed without a hook

She didn’t left a glance or a chance

Not even a single word for a romance

I was dead or alive I don’t know

My head fell down by thinking wide

Y was the question roaming aside

Very soon my fever arrived

I surrendered with the token derived

yes

My eyes were ready to flood

That I heard a creaky sound ahead

It went near to me near to me

yes

A house fly sat on my nose

I feel’d itchy for a close

I shooked my head

In the East

In the West

It fly’d around me North West

It went again sat on my cheeks

I feel’d itchy for a close

I shooked my head

In the west

In the east

It fly’d around me North East

It went again sat on my lips

I feel’d itchy for a close

I shooked my head

In the East

In the West

North

South

Oops……a House Fly

Hari Das

A small poetic story about a confused attraction caused between two daffodil colors in a bus…….
Dedicated to my favorite writer Kamala Surayya …….

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