Under foggy clouds
In a morning bus
Pickled with butterflies
Of different liveries
Occupying my seat
Filled with content
Proceeding few miles
****** with a sudden halt
There came the lady
Combatant of mine
Who hankers for my seat
Looking at me like a mage
Closing my helpless eyes
Turned my face
Inhaling cool fresh air
Till I reached the destination
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 12:50 AM UTC
Under foggy clouds
In a morning bus
Pickled with butterflies
Of different liveries
Occupying my seat
Filled with content
Proceeding few miles
****** with a sudden halt
There came the lady
Combatant of mine
Who hankers for my seat
Looking at me like a mage
Closing my helpless eyes
Turned my face
Inhaling cool fresh air
Till I reached the destination
