Was waiting at the bus station,
Was real carefree, had no minute tension,
There came the red six wheeler, full distortion,
Got up the sixed wheeled bus, and found the reason,
To jot down this rhyme,it might become a sensation.

I got up the bus,in a huge fuss,
Saw this sweet girl, her arms under her breast curled,
Beside her I chose to sit, on my lap i kept my kit,
She was unaware, Wow !! She didn't even care,
Her heavenly hair flew, when the summer wind blew,
Her curls they twirled, but she was in an other world,
She had her blue headphones on,
Could make out it was trance from the tone,
She wore a dress , light blue,
It shone like morning dew,
Her eyes were cute and small,
Same as that on a sponge ball,
She had a weird smile on her face,
Before I could get a trace,
She got up in a flash, in a blast,
The bus came to slow from fast,
Before a clue, the gates opened,
And she left, left me stunned,
I was wondering, i was in awe,
Wondering what a beauty I saw.