Lost & Found
Notes full of romanticism,
They permeate the subway air.
The old man with a harmonica,
he plays with flair.
Toss a golden coin,
give a little smile.
But then, I feel lost, a little lost for a while.
Alone in the faceless crowd,
I see
A woman
clad in a vermillion saree.
She looks down at her child with kohl-lined eyes,
that look of hot and cold seemed to suffice.
And then, i feel like the child,
a little lost for a while.
I was not lost - for very long, no.
This is because your letters unfold
They read like a map
A map to my heart
And oh! the laughing starts
-This poem is dedicated to my soul friends-
They permeate the subway air.
The old man with a harmonica,
he plays with flair.
Toss a golden coin,
give a little smile.
But then, I feel lost, a little lost for a while.
Alone in the faceless crowd,
I see
A woman
clad in a vermillion saree.
She looks down at her child with kohl-lined eyes,
that look of hot and cold seemed to suffice.
And then, i feel like the child,
a little lost for a while.
I was not lost - for very long, no.
This is because your letters unfold
They read like a map
A map to my heart
And oh! the laughing starts
-This poem is dedicated to my soul friends-