It was eight in the morn,
When star gleamed
Boarded a bus, A Dream bus!
A Dream most Men Had
When expectation turn into experience
Everything Felt unhurried
Buzzing overtakes, nervous scrolling
Twitching eyes kept rolling
And then came the time
Legs gone numb,
But had to alight
Hoping of boarding another Dream bus.
- Sarukrishna R
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