Leaps and sails and darts, the bus runs
With the running trees, through
The black saree-clad lane,
With many souls sit 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, and
Dreams to play and revel with his fellows.
A girl. With a hand full glassy bangles,
Eagers to show off her newly-add.
A man. Bends his head to a screen, and
Stays update with the world around.
A woman. With two wires in ears,
Flies into a world of oblivion.
A father. Hangs on to a rod,
Contemplates his child’s 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 haired. With a torn bag,
Scans at times for a vacant seat.
The very second they step into the bus
Unbeknownst to one another
Their lives start with a double bell.
Roam through unknown streets,
Achieve the unachievable,
Forget the unforgettable,
Smile and cry for no reason,
Chew the cud of contentment,
And dreamt long for a divine interception,
Till a single bell ends their life!