I see her
Every morn
as I whizz past
Noida Express wide…
Smiling golden
Swaying in full freedom
Of her joyous existence,
I feel her,
In crazy abandon
Of her fiery spell
I spy her,
in slow motion
of nothingness
A thousand frames
Of standstill
she waves
gallant
In the sunshine
of her
infinite happiness…

And then
in the twilight of
My evening return
I see her again
by the highway moonlight
wide eyed,lovely
dovelike
frightened
waiting to be held
( only for a few seconds, perhaps )
protected from the
fleeting birds & hungry prey
from the harsh dew
Of nothingness
from the cold winter mist
Of dark loneliness

I pass her by every day of my life
and always
to return

When will that wonder Sunflower
Be ever mine ?