On my way home,everyday
These long rounds of bus ride
Four wheels;and so many two legged
All,running talks about this and that
In their own charm-I feel alone
with a cold occupied corner seat every time
Left unloved,the way things are these days
I need air!
But that fear,
I will never reach home
Sooner
Why it makes no sense to me
Altogether,right now.
Well,these droplets-softly tickling
From above knows better
Life has been some toughest climb
So far
But,
That's why my window seat!
~ Shashi Raj Pandey