The bus affair…

a poem by Madhura Dabholkar

The day was over
I walked near my stop
the bus did come but was too much full
I struggled in as people stretched and pull.

Somehow I managed to get into it
the crowd was ogling all over me
I tried to shrink my body as much as I could
only lech in every eyes I could see.

Then I saw this boy
who was quite tall with good looks
involved in his own thoughts
seemed to be a gentleman.

I slowly stood beside him
feeling bit comfortable
my mind ignored the crowd
as he gave me a warm look.

Our eyes met
as his destination came near
we both exchanged smile
with little excitement and fear.

The next day arrived
I waited for the eve
he stood in front of me
hesitantly I saw him while the bus came
he looked at me and we rushed in.

Our eyes met again,
we acknowledged each other
the response was good
but it didn’t much bother.

We still see each other
we wait for the eve
we stand in the queue
we rush for the bus
and the same story continues.