Starngers In The Bus Poem by Jay P Narain

We stare at each other,
sometimes we smile,
sometimes we say hello,
Strangers we are at best in our own domain.

Whether one is sleeping on his seat,
or one is busy with his fingers at chat,
whether one has a blank or a curious look,
We all have some stories hidden behind our faces.

We remain strangers till we start a conversation,
A simple well wishing breaks the ice,
Then comes the stories of life, past and present,
The stranger feels like a person we knew all our life.

Whether it is the social nature of humanity,
or the traveler’s syndrome,
whatever it is,
it is always nice to have a friend even for a short time.