Hope
Today I saw this beautiful woman at some shop in Sher-e-Punjab.
Like cat eyes, fair, and she had a cold, Stuck in traffic.
The share passenger, the cab driver, and me were being all Manjunath at her.
Until people started honking.
And I was thinking, good but my girl be better.
Your eyes, and the way the light falls on your face, the way your skin glows under a haze, gives me hope, gives me hope.