I ran across the fields
To the tune of the humdrum
For a glimpse of you
I stand in awe, as you go past
Without a second glance,
The black smoke remains
As memoirs of a shared presence
And the void that you grew
There's a sense of pain
of longing and displacement
In you, I seek the train
of my thoughts, and my dreams
That led me to you
Context: Pather Panchali' /Indian Railways
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