A poem about that girl I met yesterday.

...she had an unusual calmness around
her. One, that everyone strives for. The
calmness of a floating kite. That character
of a river. Calmness which, monks attain
through divine realisation, and turtles gain,
perhaps, through years of watching genera-
tions pass by. I found it soothing like a
river; So tender, yet extremely captivating.
Her low voice, quiet smile, all had an excep-
tional gracefulness to it. I never told her
all this; Actually, I couldn’t. And today I
think, some things are just meant not to be
conveyed; They are meant to become memories,
and we are suppose to cherish them for the