Those Four Minutes!

Only four.

He was going upstairs,
And I downstairs.
He was busy with his phone.
Gulping nothing, my mind was blown.

Was he the guy,
Whose glory was touching the sky,
And for whom I had become a spy?

He was one block of stairs away.
He could be stopped.
But should my cranky voice foray,
In his territory of solace?

Well, never mind.
“Hey, Neel! You are Neel Sen!
Right?
Whose pictures hang outside in a number of ten,
And you are a student who is bright.”

“Not bright, not a celebrity,
Just a human,
Simple and ordinary.”

What could be more lovely than this!
Which voice could have been more melodious than his!
Was something amiss?
Because everything I heard about him,
Didn’t relate a single penny with this.

“Umm…g..g..grea..t!”
I finally uttered something,
After the wind’s zing,
Through my face,
And the euphonious sing,
Through my ear’s place.

“Can you solve me this single question?”
“Yeah, sure!”
He elucidated with much deliberation,
And ended the note,
“Practice more, just a suggestion.”
Bye!

Those four minutes!
That first and last meeting,
Was pleasant.
But don’t want to meet him again,
So that the exceptionality of the moment,
Stays unbroken.