Barren Roads

Barren laid the roads At the passing cars and autos I stare Wishing it was you, seen everyday But not since last week An hour has passed since I last saw a bus Stops crowding all waiting for you Waiting for your horns blare But the roads are barren still Cars and bikes racing past me I, wishing it was you On a strike you guys went Though good for you Oh! So bad for me Cause barren laid the roads without your blaring horn Miss you in every aspect, as I stand on the platform No conductors yelling at every stop Miss you and your so reckless, yet safe driving Never knew that we had this connection Now that I miss it, I know now how treasured Was our five second ticket exchange Invisible you weren’t to me Filled with Lorries and cars, yet barren they lay Miss you passing up and down the narrow center, Passing tickets back and forth Waiting for our sweet seconds to reemerge once again Funny how I miss you scolding me As I sit there dreaming Listening to music, head buried in my phone Not realizing my stop, then halfway along I ask you to stop, grudgingly you do But still you do. Oh! I want you to be happy Believe me I do But so selfish I am I beg this of you Don’t ever go on a strike again Because I can’t bear to see the roads barren again