Here again cometh the monarch of the sky,
How beautiful the birds in the sky do fly,
There she cometh in the outfit brown,
Ferrying the people from all over the town.
She sails everyone no matter how fat or thin,
She keeps her cool and maintains the beautiful grin,
Sometimes due to uneven path she Wobble,
In the end she makes sure the passengers are a mile away from trouble.
She comes to ferry me early in the morning,
While I wait for her on the pathway still yawning,
Here comes my bus,
And ferries me through city’s rush without making any fuss.
Like the journey of bus, is the journey of life,
Not as through the butter a knife,
Though the way has many a twine,
Hold faith like steering and say god be on side of mine.
No comments:
Post a Comment