Who Is Special
April the cruellest month of summer in India
She was standing under margosa tree
In Waiting she missed the first bus then
Second missed after that third was missed
Sweating she was staring the black road.
The road is black in sunny days
Like selfish man under brown coat
Perhaps he was hidden on bike to get rid of her
The office there both worked was not different
But they behaved there was very different
No hi, no hello, no more talk, no more smile
But all the time they looked very pleasant
When office closed she took back seat of the bike
Without talk, without smile
Like silent MOM on Mars mission
they completed the journey
I didn't understand both
Can anybody answer the puzzle
Who is special the bike or man.
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