Bus Ride

I gaze at the people all packed inside
Hesitantly awaiting my first ride

Nervous I might be pinched
I can hardly move an inch

Shaking and rattling all around
Everything barely bolted down

Zooming down the windy street
In my stately windshield seat

Along a rickety roller coaster track
Passing oxen with loads on their back

Stares of curious men
When would we get off, Oh when?

The horn giving deafening blasts
To the people walking right past

The driver quickly lights one up
As the conductor whistles to stop

Here’s our stop Jeemangalam
How will we get up passed ‘em?

The people packed so tight
I must squeeze by with all my might

Standing as my arms begin to flail
Desperately grabbing for the rail

Two feet on the ground
Three friends safe and sound.

*This is a poem about my experience yesterday. Since then I have taken 4 more such buses.