People In The Bus Station Poem by Leila CANKAYA

In their hands, some packets
Small hopes inside...
People are waiting the bus.
If it doesn't come? Alas!

Some realist, some had a dream
But in their pockets small hopes.
Familiar walls will well come, maybe
a merry neighbour, in the balcony.
Some wasn't aware about true.
Here! Bus is coming too.
Each one has a different addresses,
their fates too.

Station was empty, now filled again.
Some, on his face, hope
Some, pain.
If not, if it doesn't come bus? Alas!
Some has been chatting
Some looking at pano
So that, how many minutes, to home
for to go...
In a secluded corner, in the darkness
Hiding me night.

In the same station like a family
Side to side...

Eyes turned the way;
It will come, bus.
If it doesn't come? Alas!
In the sky,
It's smiling worried moon.
Bus will come
Like an endless hope...

Soon, soon...