I am sitting in the bus and through the window I can see these open spaces,
We are amidst a crowd comprising of confused but innocent faces.
There are strangers in the bus striking interesting conversation,
The endeavor of getting a seat is full of confrontations.
The trust we bestow on the driver signifies his dependability
Keeping our bag on a strangers lap restates our reliability
The events that come our way during our journey arises curiosity
The act of buying a ticket for an elderly person shows our generosity
And then we depart to meet again
Been a part of this journey has been such a gain
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