Busy...Bus! Wheeling a bustly way
Remind us such a criss- cross sway
Though hard attaining will to load
While risky thrive to crowdy board
Making us exhausted in gusty deed
As cravy crowd's bloodless stampede
Mind never be passed by some touchy
However brand clothes whirled murky
Moving passengers eye a seat at tricky
Testing their market skill through jerky
As energy squeezes out, body needs seats
Managing at sorts, listening lilting beats
Which is ever be played without demand
As mobiles amusing with their free band
When body loses control as start grooving
Not to be surprised! May breezy cool driving
Bus journey drapes your mind coloured fair
Where ever you are, it's just a sweet memoir.
While I was in a journey in city public transport in 2012
Gunde Narsing Rao
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem