Was sitting behind me
Looking tired and weary
Looked at her and thought
Looks good, does she not?
Stop, the bus did thither
To give us the much needed breather
Watching an ODI, were many
While I took in the scenery
Last to get down was she
Heading out to have some tea
Approached her, I did,
And talked a few words, we did
Slept badly through the night
'casuse of the bus shaking me outright
But thoughts flooded my mind
Making the misery a memorable kind
These events happen seldom so I thought
And departed Koyambedu with a heavy heart
The same day did I record the meeting
Through pen and paper to produce this reading....
Hey.... That was a nice poem.
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Thanks loner...
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