School Bus

Kids hustling with buzz and joy Smiling faces with missing teeth Talking endlessly about their games and toy With amazement never to cease Sharing Bottles and lunch box Playing stone paper and scissor Just as bunnies they hop Wings like butterflies with which they flutter Fighting for the window seats Honking with the horn To feel the warm and quick breeze Crying like a newborn Taking proud in getting a remark Heavy bags with weight of future Playing in the bus as in a park Constituting the most innocent form of nature Stops coming as finishing line One by one all the friends depart Eyes glimmering with light of divine Journey suspends Till tomorrow when the bus restarts