20/06/2014 Leaps and sails and darts, the bus runs With the running trees, through The black saree-clad sphere. With many souls on seats And a few spirits hang on rods. A child. Done no homework Fears the pain of the cane. A boy. Longs to bunk the school To play and revel with fellows. A girl. With glassy bangles Eager to show hew newly adds. A man. Bend his head on a screen And stay update with the world A woman. With two wires in ears Lost into a world of oblivion. A father. Hangs on a rod Contemplates his sons future A mother. Leans on a seat Cooks a mind-snack for her child. A newly wed. With a coquettish smile Tastes the remains of the night before. A grey beard. Trembles on his legs Out stares the boy who sit A grey haired. With a torn bag Scans attimes for a vacant seat. The very second they step in the bus Unbeknownst to one another Their lives start with a double bell Roam through unknown streets Achieve the un-achievable Forget the unforgettable Smile and cry for no reason Long for a divine interception. Chew the cud of contentment Till a single bell ends their life. © Aravindism
Posted on: Fri, 19 Dec 2014 13:52:23 +0000
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