The Youth Bus Crawls Along The Same Old Mountain Road Poem by nimal dunuhinga
The Youth Bus Crawls Along The Same Old Mountain Road
Accidentally he got into the bus at a twilight.
A boy came towards him with a baseball bat.
'Papa this bus stands only for the youth.' he said angrily.
'My son they just cut off my umbilical cord and I am a newborn child.' the old man whispered.
'Let him sit quietly and I guess he is a sick person.' driver passed a remark.
'Yes Mr.Driver you are perfectly correct, we all are patients in this uppish world.' he answered politely.
* Please tell my friend where do they go without any harm?
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5/4/2024 1:10:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very metaphorical.Sometimes aged people do seem to possess the wisdom of a child. Life remains a mystery beyond our finite minds. Excellent. Warm regards, Sandra