Bus

Bus

Bus bus bus,
Full of rush.
When it’s urgent to go,
We thank at last i got a bus to go...

But not always same;
When we wait for bus more.
We lose our patience to store,
Scold & bang in mind more & more...

If bus is rush
A touch from boy to girl
Is a slap to him,
On sweet cheek like 
Crow kiss on cheek on his face.
But it’s fair on guys,
If it’s unfair on girls.

If same touch from girl to boy,
Boy be decent,

To avoid such conflicts.
Because even it’s fair on boys,
People shouts on support for crow like crows....

Seating in bus like,
Hot of class bench,
Or soft like pillow,
Lets enjoy it, never then it’s our money at all...

But why those 4 seats,
Always reserved for ladies.
May be to get cool from behind,
Through mirror of driver,

With gear box a side makes hot all day
With cool behind need him to take that hot whole day...

But what about last seat,
A seat for exercise machine to body.
A seat on last starts,
Jumping from high to long,
With bumps on head if jumps are more...

But enjoyment on bus is nothing more,
Then any other else.
With exam go tuff we sleep in bus,
Those windows to be shoulders
For feelings always...
With window opened to see
Some creative things smile away...

When friends go down we give smile & TATA
With over turn comes we just think
This happy day with friend
Hope it’s come day by day....

Penned By :-  Dhananjay Kumar