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The Bus Ride

by zainab-attari

A little waiting Some vigorous pushing A quick look around On a shaky ground Grabbed the nearby seat Some rest to the feet In minutes squeezed inside By a woman on the same ride Awkward journey The CON for cheap money. Ticket punched Some snacks quietly munched Feel tall from the rest I am in a red BEST The driver is in a hurry I smell some fish curry Over a bridge Some dogs cringe Music for my ears No more travelling fears Nothing gone wrong Now I feel strong My stop is next Replying to a text Trip a little but its okay I think it’s a good day The red bus brakes My balance shakes I fly right on the drivers grill With my face drilled All eyes on me I can barely see I shiver as I walk the stairs No one even cares People just want to get to their destination And I stand numb at the bus station. -Zainab Attari
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Apr 16, 2014
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This poem is an illustration to the actual incident that occurred with me during a bus ride. I have had plenty of moments where I was publicly embarrassed due to my clumsiness. But at the end it just makes me laugh and feel normal and imperfect which proves "I'm only human!" :)

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#poem#poetry#cheap#music#journey#bus#ride#moments#travel#travelling#india#public#embarrassed#embarrassing#mumbai#transport
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