A Secluded Bus

Now that I am hanging around a bus stand,

I see a bus , heavily secluded standing alone,

As alone as someone has snatched all its happiness.

I am stagnant at a point,

Halting to notice the bus carefully

I try to avoid the rampage of people,

The exaggerated noises of tea stalls,

The gatherings of frustrated people,

& all the motions coming to distract my stillness.

I take a step forward,

Not knowing what's going to happen next,

I boarded now on the bus,

It's calmful for it's abandoned now;

I feel the beauty of letting go,

The smell of sacrifice tempts me.

How easily it has pardoned for all its losses,

Like a mother does to his sons' sins.

I feel an intense connection,

A lesson of forgiveness I learnt,

A touch of serenity I found

& a tip of little compassion I loved.

Not all the things we see

Are evergreen forever,

All we need to hold

Is our power of forgiveness,

Compassion, love & patience.

A secluded bus,

Which seemed secluded, alone & abandoned

Was truly not those.

It carries a lot of virtues

That touched its golden tip on my skin.

Happy me, noted the notions of life,

& passing by the bus stand

Crossing among all the uncertainty

& tensed thoughts the place supplies.