THE JOURNEY
SANTOSH, M.P.
the bus crawls slowly.
heat waves mixed with dust fumes
hit your face
warm sunlight oozing
the sweat out of your body
the glass panels rattle to
the rhythm of the bumpy tracks.
the crowd help in keeping out the fresh air
as drowsy heads drop on your shoulder.
sleep persists but a slight headache
insists you to stay awake.
at last you reach your destination and
you get out with a song of
relief and liberation.
isn’t life a similar bus?
you travel in it.
you face the ordeals.
you are put to the uhimate test.
you are freed from it one fine day.
and after a while you are ready
for yet another long and tiring journey ...