Bus Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Red bus -
touches so many points everyday,
doesn't remember who boards
or who alights -
an inimitable indifference:
a machine with so many minds inside,
knowing a few or none knows none,
it moves, turns, accelerates, slows down, comes back.
A bus is only a bus -
to me it is a story ever evolving,
every journey is a new journey -
bus doesn't care, it runs, - runs -
erases, runs again, erases again -
I stare at the distance.