Stood I, by the ever winding narrow road
There goes, the last bus, fully on load
The journey begins, as they throng even the footboards
I spotted his head, among the filing crowd
A heart leapt, then wept, in my eyes it showed
I waved frantically, lest the memories erode!
The horn hooted, got lost in pitter patter
Of a gloomy rain, by seconds it fell harder
Out came a puff from a shifted gear
Smoke mingled with scents of rain
I stood, cried and waved like insane
And watched the last bus disappear again
©Anitha Kaveri
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