Bus Stop

Little black strip, meandering through the valley's and dales;
Cut through the huge mountains and meadows lush green.
Lifeline it is—no romanticism
Serpentine it looks through ariel looks
Serpentine it is those who wait in the early hours
Young and old and of course in the age group of ours
Stare eagerly on either side
Wait eagerly for the real lifeline
And when it comes at last
A wave of human race with their lives at stake
Young one's wriggling through the legs
Experience stands at bay
Unwillingly watching the two generations fight

poem by Sanjay Mehta
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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