The Bunking Classes

The another day with a beautiful dawn,

Morning classes and the tea gathering,

My eyes still searching for him,

He was nowhere to be seen,

A guy in specs comes along the tea-stall,

Yes, he is the one I was searching for,

My eyes still on him,

And met his after a min,

And the constant stare to be easily seen,

I thought for a while,

To speak to him and ask his name,

But I took my footsteps back,

To keep myself out of the track,

But still the heart desires,

To talk to him once,

Or should I be quiet forever,

To keep him as my crush for long,

Leaving all these random thoughts,

Am still waiting for another dawn,

The another stare, the another chance,

Still waiting for the talk.