I still remember that window seat,
Through which I used to watch you.
The place where my heart skipped a beat,
Where I used to watch you through.
As you never liked the heat,
You would find a shadow, I knew.
So you get into the bus in the greed,
To find a shadow and get glued.
I would get really hurried,
Just to catch that view.
As to see you was like a treat,
Which was a beautiful hue.
Thinking about is next meet,
My mind would just blow.
I just wanted this to repeat,
And wished, time not to flew.
As the bus would take up its speed,
My heartbeat gets started to grow.
This time is fake, I believed.
As it was hard to bid adieu.