The delight of bus journeys
Short or long as they may be
Never seem to fade out
For I've a wanderlust in me
Be it with company or going solo,
The solitude always lingers.
The feeling's that just too precious
Like a rotating green-brown blur.
Carry the book you meant to read,
Or rest your mind for a while,
When the destination's been reached
You'll have another reason to smile.
Short or long as they may be
Never seem to fade out
For I've a wanderlust in me
Be it with company or going solo,
The solitude always lingers.
The feeling's that just too precious
Like a rotating green-brown blur.
Carry the book you meant to read,
Or rest your mind for a while,
When the destination's been reached
You'll have another reason to smile.
Short n' sweet.
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