• anweshachatterjee 5w

    Everyday, stepping out,
    I pray that I see you.
    Then when I am like
    Twenty steps away,
    I see you there,
    Bright and attractive.
    But as I rush
    To touch; I discover,
    That it had been a mirage
    And you, the sweet red light of the lift
    Is still off !!

    Šanweshachatterjee