Life In Transit
While in transit I think alot
passing all the stops,
about the moments and memories i have got,
from the start till the terminal,
I try to gather each and every thought
I want to relive again,
but as soon I reach my stop,
I draw a blank to it
and think about the joy
I have got sitting in the transit.
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