you...a collage...

 I see you every morn, your pretty face newly washed
By the rain from Heaven so unabashed...
 I see you also getting aboard the train
From the station Belgachia main...

I see you every where dear
Sometimes at a distance, but often so near
At the parking lot of my heart
At the entrance of my city-mart!

I see you walking past me
Just when the maidan turned into a sea...
Flooded by the tears of november sun
You walking by me, your hair tied up in a bun...

I see you wearing the green
Your neat saree so dutifully pinned
Your platform heels jumping over puddle...
Your ways of leaving me in a muddle...

You walk and sometimes run
Just by me, with so much joy and fun!
You also stop by the shop that sells
Old curio and the copper bells...