The lady in the blue saree Looked like a vanilla ice cream Since I saw her in the bus stand She became my sweet dream. Very soon our eyes met I talked to her gently With my trembling heart Will she take it kindly? She said she knew me As I was the local star But she feared to talk Thinking I'd ignore her. Could not believe my luck I was in cloud nine Just a few conversations And she fell in line? Where are you going She asked me eagerly As we got on the same bus And sat together closely. Knowing our destination was same My head began to toss My love vanished quickly When I learned she would be my boss. Picture taken from net
I liked this poem. I can understand love vanishing quickly - boss at home , and boss at work! Nah... it would be an overdose of the same boss.
