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
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