Bus Travel

I love travelling in bus, especially the last window seat. Many things changed as years passed and so the roads. I noticed only a few and expressed very few among them as couplets!

Roadside Garden

Looks beautiful

But their roots are watered

by the tears of the trees –

those stood long and strong

I Miss You!

Is Economic development by increasing the number of lanes more important than the trees that gave shadow for the passerby without any expectation, Not even water for their growth??  We can go fast in NHs but there is nothing to enjoy! sad but true 😦

Sitting in a bus
Next to a window – alone
Winds of the season
Bestow thy heart
Thy eyes search frantically
Wherefore art thou ?
Tears rolled down thyy eyes
For thou art no longer yon – Oh trees!

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