There It Comes..

There it comes - painted red, and with a running board,

Full of people inside and few hanging outside.

Everyone at the terminal is ready to jump into it.

Aunties clutch their children's hand, uncles pull-up their pants,

Girls ensure their bags, and boys look for the foot-board space.

Finally every one made it, slowly they settle.

New day, new faces, new attitudes.

Some open their books, some put-on their ear phones, 

Some catch up with a nap, some catch up with a fight,

Some confused, some irritated, some hyper-active,

Some staring at someone, some dreaming of someone,

Some sitting and watching everything that’s happening around.

Stop to Stop It stops, picking and dropping people

Making it’s way all the way till the destination.

There it comes – painted red, and with a running board,
Again filled with people, people filled with thoughts.

Aunties planning for the supper, uncles thinking about the match,

Girls planning the next day’s attire, boys thinking of ways to impress

One-by-One vacated It leaving no smile for him.