Bus Seats
I throw my exhausted body
Drained of all its strength,
On the small blue seat of the big yellow bus
My body loosens it’s muscles tense.
As I push the window open,
The strong wind gushes in,
Engaging my russet hair in a sprightly dance
To it’s enchanting hymn.
The auric sunlight falls on my tanned face,
The current of warmth revitalises my soul;
From this delicate touch of the ethereal heavens
I recall the galliard back in the days old.
Memories come racing back,
Like a great white horse, young and cheery;
Trotting and galloping to the ends of my soul,
With its snowy mane flowing freely.
And as the giggles and jokes rewind,
I perceived a sensation serene,
A sensation that calmed my racing heart-
A sensation of peace and tranquility.
Peace felt like a seraphic person in disguise:
She took me into her gentle arms and held me tight,
She comforted me in this fast-paced world,
Where being at ease is not quite right.
After an hour or so I retire
Back to my life’s monotonicity,
Regardless of the loquacious people and blaring car horns,
I find peace in these bus seats.
Copyright © Anya Sharma | Year Posted 2022
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