My First Crush!

When asked of my first crush
His is the face that comes in-front of my eyes,
His is the voice that echo's in my ears,
His is the heart that i feel deep inside...

He is not a friend sitting besides me at present,
He is not an old friend,
He is not an acquaintance,
neither he is a stranger,
But he is one, once seen in a first trip in train.

A story he owned,
A story of an engineer
whose placement was done in a town of new people,
A town away from home,
A town where he had no other choice
except making new friends.

Though he shared the same story
as every other person in the crowd there!
He was different.
He carried a smile to make everyone feel happy about,
He possessed a charm to look as amongst the known one's,
He wore an attire of innocence that could be trusted,
He was with a brilliance speaking of things that we hadn't ever heard off.

Innocent i was,
Didn't realize the short period of his presence.
With a half open eyes
trying to peek on the book  he was reading
A blank thought put off me to sleep.

When i woke up
Gone he was with memories left behind,
Making me realize the importance of
Speaking to a person sitting beside,
Giving a sweet smile to a person passed by,
Sharing the knowledge with the young minds.

Now, I am not a stranger for anyone!!