The girl at the Boston airport


The girl at the Boston airport,
Sweet, small
And like a doll.
The color of the eyes,
And her face changed,
When she saw so many books,
In a single bag.
Something happened,
Inside her heart.
She forgot all her knowledge,
And,
Started looking for her boss.
She thought the hard drive,
As a battery.
And tried hard to pull,
The bag on the trolley.
I told, “excuse me miss, it is very heavy”.
In the last,
With the red face,
She gave a special smile.
And her eyes wished me “happy journey”.

 

Parmit Singh Dhurandhar

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