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Goodbye!

Goodbye

'Goodbye'

"And as the drenched orange sphere drowned below the dark horizon, I waved at the train from my place!" 

As soon as the train arrived
My eyes started searching for a face.
A face I've been waiting
to catch a sight of from a long time.
But in vain,
Nothing more monotonous
than the same old driver's face!
Yes,نور I've been looking for you!
It has been a long time
since the last time, I saw you.
Apparently, this summer appears to last a bit longer than I expected!
Once again,
as the train arrived:
the common parody of your presence started to knock at my face!
"Finally"-(like always) I sighed!
There she comes!
I waved at the driver
and
like always he passed me a look
and took a breath of sigh!
Hurriedly, I peeped through every window:
But to no surprise
you weren't there!
Consoling myself
and fooling your existence
I once again said:
"Not so soon, I guess. نور, you have some bigger plans. Maybe next time!"
I settled after a quick glance
and found myself
surrounded by
A commotion of people,
taking selfies,
Capturing sunset,
Sharing packet of chips with strangers each one of them chose to be with!
As soon as the driver signalled departure with a loud horn,
the hustle and bustle came to a halt.
Everyone got settled in the train.
And once again I signalled each one of them goodbye!
Dejected yet happy I stood, in a hope of seeing you on some other day!
 - EtchedMirage writes✍✌✒

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