If the world was a bus stop,
As we would wait for the bus to arrive,
A look, on your pretty little eyes,
Will dazzle me, will tease me, even ignore me,
Watching you as a child watches a star.
Not to utter a word, just hiding my look when you discover,
Never understood that look in your eyes,
Which wanted to read the same lines I had,
Wanted to talk, wanted to share the feeling,
But never had the courage to do the same till the bus arrived.
Strangers we were,
Strangers we shall remain.
