Umm..

Fresh paint and a bus stop

She, in a white dress and proud eyes

Hesitation was abound

I looked at the distant bus

wanted to say something

She kept looking away

Adjusting shades and a mile long umbrella

Shifting legs all the time

I cursed my shyness 

The vehicle kept approaching

The wind played the waltz with her dupatta

while she played hard to talk

finally the bus arrived

I had to leave but not without

"Umm..the bus stop has just been painted"

Stunned disbelief and frustration 

marred her pretty face