The Bus Seat Poem by Kyrgiakos Punnilathil

I once sat on a seat in a bus.
By the window, it was very comfortable.
I always looked for it as I entered,
and made sure I reached there always first.

The seat was contoured to my design,
and gave me the most joyous rides.
I loved the view and the feel of the breeze
and treasured every moment while it lasted.

But time passed, and I had to part.
No longer was I going the same way as the bus.
But still I treasure the wonderful times,
the innocence and joy of a simple ride on a bus!