Bus Stop
Abhishek Mahajan
Body Shivering,
Teeth Chattering,
Goosebumps forming,
Waiting for the bus,
Freezing, slushing snow filling my shoes,
Sharp knifes of wind stabbing at my face and exposed limbs,
Standing outside before dawn, Yawning.
Waiting for the bus,
Ahhhh……… At last,
I notice faint, yellow lights, twinkling at the end of the long road
And the sound of a large growling motor.
The delight of sitting in a warm, cozy seat, soon arrives.
While the deep hum of the engine drifts me into much needed sleep
We bum across the un-cleaned road towards every students kryptonite,
School.
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