The bus

The Bus-New dawn always welcomes you shrirammaheshwari.in

The bus

An innocent setting

I'd ridden them many times

I talk and laugh with friends

Or look out the window for the view


It was until that day


A year or two later I'd realise

That all was not as it seemed

You'd think I would have known

That the silence didn't fit


I didn't save him


I didn't understand the signs he showed

Why he wanted a distraction

Why he couldn't talk

I thought she was playing


And I didn't connect the dots


She hurt him in front of me

And I didn't see it until it was too late.


Shri Ram :)


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