A Day In The Library Poem by Shubham Agnihotri

I heard someone tiptoeing fingers on board,
Felt as if clock's needles were walking curiously on road.
Quick I was to have furtive sights,
My eyeballs waggled like a deer's wise,
It was a long narrow aisle,
She was seated like a busy child,
A seat after a vacant next to me.
The library was the place for me to stay
All of my day in those weary days while,
Herself was lost in an imaginary world
Like a cow ruminates alone in a herd,
That moment paused the things
I felt no light or fan was on,
But ones in a pair on above her
Like a spotlight in an opera theater.
Her absorbed heed made her to frequent chuckles
I was curious out of my pensive speculation there.
Was it a problem of mathematics or any
Convoluted story of romance in mind somewhere?
Was it a joke or a beautiful memory of past of her?
I thought, thought and brought my pen on paper
To capture, to catch and to decipher her nature,
I knew that I was doing it in a vain,
Mysteries would be no more mysterious If told in a simple tale,
I started writing a piece of a short poem,
I didn't know when I was lost in the room so common,
I wrote and thought what I should,
should I ask or not
What you think, you do, tell me you would?
My hand was moving sporadic in motion,
Sudden a moment, someone snapped fingers on my ears in a dim sound,
I looked at my right and got surprised,
As I came out of my dream
Had shrunk my eyes like it was a flash of a beam,
It was the girl next to me,
Smiling not curiously, offering a bar of chocolate,
Like it was a fight and she was willing to placate,
I took and broke it half, thanked and laughed,
Scrapped my paper and forgot my poem.
I miss now the paper I wrote that day,
and scramble to remember the face in a clear way.