Arwa Bharmal

Rookie (United Kingdom)

On A Bus Ride - Poem by Arwa Bharmal

Through this tunnel with yellow street lights,
It feels like we are on an undercover mission.
All aboard join me on this unknown journey,
Like an army is company out on the battle field.
Each station passed and posted at each stop,
There are faced grouped as attacking forges.
Divisions, crossroads and notice board signs,
Are indifferent to territories of no man’s land.
Moving in front outlining our vehicle tracks,
Eyes fixed on the marked targets every side.
Holding ammunition stock more join the force,
Crossing intersections carrying necessary supplies.
Destination is near and the war is almost over,
And our next priority is to survive an alight.
The location arrived to take the leaf of life,
Here: - Watch: - Hold on: - Wait: - Reach it: - End.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 12, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 12, 2011


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