Alone he was sitting near the window,
Gazing silently at the passing meadow
Unaware of all the buzz,
That was happening in the college bus

Fixed were his eyes on the melancholic sky,
Undisturbed by the scenes that pass by,
Lost in the thoughts of a girl,
Seeing whom his world would at a faster rate whirl.

Her very sight made him love-lorn
But, she denied his love with a withering scorn
Droplets of tears at his eyes’ brim were glittering
His heart was like a kite in the air- fluttering

Alone he was sitting by the window,
Unaware of me who had become his shadow.
My eyes followed him wherever he went,
Twenty-five hours a day in his thoughts I spent.

But I’m sure that on one fine day,
My love for him I’ll say
To him, by the side of a beautiful bay
From then our lives would be gay