Woman from a Foreign Land fidgets with; an ebony black phone
Among hustling crowd some with lot of clout; she sits alone
Sitting on a chair, bag at her side she is on a vacation
Stuck in memories of past forming cage so vast; full of beration
A man wearing suede shoes, immaculate and full of youth
Comes near her and asks;
May I sit beside you mam,
You speak I'll hear you; If you need a dear Friend to talk
Carriage full of courage, the man had in him; a part of heaven the girl's face seemed
She has trapped me in a cage he writes in his mind and says;
Help me God how lovely is She
With a calculated hope, thinks there is some scope; he starts speaking the language of love
Or a scandal would it be to touch or feel her face; gleaming as though of a Dove
Musters up his courage he moves forward; rest what happened please don't Ask
Now those two were 'Us', he was born for this indeed; as friends or lovers determining isn't our task
