I move,I sway,I tremble,
As I move by the bus,
Vendors selling fruits,vegetables;
Children coming from the school;
At beautiful skies;
Wander my eyes across,up and down;
At weird activities around-here and there;
Sometimes I drool over and over
The seat feeling drowsy,
Throughout the journey…..
At Cosy human sights ,
Entering in and out of the bus..
I’ve observed –
The different moods,expressions and
Tenseness of people in the bus,
All types I’ve seen….
Sparrow so many species;
That come in my way…
I enjoy the quick chirping,
The smart movement of monkeys…….
I’m enthralled by the buzz,
And fussy markets and bazaars;
Adorned with various flowers
Of marigolds,chrysanthemums and red roses;
And even glazed with various traces of
Mango,apples,oranges and many more….
…..And then comes the suburbs of our city,
Various buses,lorries,cars creating a jam;
Our city surrounded by various green hills,
and temple on one of its peak;
A river stalled since with no water to sway,
…..I see it always dry.
Except around September when moist winds pass by….
I admire as I proceed;
Flock of birds flying,
And many more….
I see,I enjoy,I learn
As I pass by through the bus….