this is the first ever 'readable' (I guess ) poem written by me..
if somebody like this I would write more..
so plz Vote & Comment if u like this...
is this even 'readable'?
plz let me know...
** read A38 as A thirty eight NOT A three eight...

ENJOY!!!

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♠ The Boy on the Bus  ♠

That was a cloudy morning,
  but the rain had not started yet-
I just crossed the road but missed the L9,
  But then I caught the bus A38.

That morning the sky had knelt down on my city,
  but the rain had not started yet-
I was travelling sitting beside two little school girls,
At six to ten in the morning by A38...

I had no clue that it's gonna be rain,
  but the passengers had the clear anticipation about it coming within an hour,
they kept complaining about the below normal speed,
  as they didn't want to reach their destination after soaking up in the shower...

By the time, two raindrops had appeared on the glass-window-screen,
  people got more worried about the about to rain weather...
but I was enjoying the misty morning with the slight jerking of the bus,
enjoying the view of the lake side road running behind being wrapped in green sweater...

At Crystal Point the two girls got down,
  and I scooted closer to the door-side seat previously been occupied,
and then I saw him sitting beside an old man who...
  was contemplating hard about the rainfall,...terrified...

A smile was threatened to spill from my lips,
seeing the panic of the old man about a simple heavy-rain's forecast,
then suddenly the boy's pair of orbs got stuck with my glances,
  got stuck with my glances but for a second ofcourse!

He stole two glances from me,
he stole a few glances more through his nerdy black-framed glasses,
And I immediately turned to the sight of the green view running through the side,
  being bashful, being the one of stupid teenage lasses...

But hey! neither he was flirting with his eyes...
  nor his vision was some nasty sticky rather pure,
but I ignored his glances externally ( did I? )...
but internally I got crushed with him beyond cure...

There  was a bus-
there was a girl-
and there was the cloudy misty air...
And there was the office-goer boy in the bus...
with crisp black headphones sticking with a style...is in his ears...

He sat just across me, side faced.
but was occasionaly turning to my side,
Nothing happened in the bus more than this...
But still I felt something about this young office going guy.

Purple checks in white T, black hair , enjoying music I guess...
when was buying ticket I saw him properly...
with an angelic face  he also possessed   some innocense...

There was a cloudy morning..
there was a bus...
and there was a boy with innocent eyes..
And there was me who was going to college ...
it was nine past six on my phone's digital stripes...

Suddenly the sky broke down,
  Raindrops ran through the window pane-
some of them got sprinkled and made me drenched and-
  he too also got wet  by some of them..

I watched how he closed the window beside him,
  so swiftly so perfectly though...
I felt he changed the music station...
  tapping the buttons of his phone's second from last row...

Then I was about to reach my college, so I..
  stood up and approached to the door,
I waited for my stoppage to come over..
I didn't know why I felt suddenly a bit insecured...

By the time my city got drenched,
  moisture ran through the air and I,
felt something about the boy in A38,
  felt something for his those two innocent eyes..

By the time my stoppage came,
  and I got down from the bus and immediately got drenched in the downpour...
after leaving him in the A38...
getting crushed by him beyond cure...

                       -truant_Delilah_xx

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**dedicated to @apostropheA , my very first supporter of my first poem....