Long I stood unawares awaiting her arrival
Like the tired sleep of a rigorous traveler,
Though seconds were my hours’ survival
Still it fired my hearts’ patient barrier.
She does that everyday without fail,
Stop with a shiver where I stand
And force in harness my fortune sail
With rattles which hardly I understand
I was ready to give up, not long ago
But I rely on her everyday
And tangles of lifetime never let me go
in means other than her routine way
Half an hour late she was,
Because of mechanical failure
And finally I understand her travail
In all these years of travel
Yes, here I am
Traveling in my daily bus
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