End Of The Line Poem by Vishorag Shadja

End Of The Line



There is a bus that's going place not so far,
Where the house of opportunity has a door ajar.
We all board the mammoth one by one,
With a shudder it starts and roars like a lion.
Soon enough, with a camel's pace the bus lunges…
And jumps ahead with a kick of a shotgun.

With the purring sound the heavy bus droned,
Passengers on the moonless night heavily snored,
With a sudden jerk the bus stopped half way,
Afar the light was lit and the driver walks away.
One by one the people woke up to some sound,
We all lit a campfire and huddled around.

Songs and campfire stories were told around
Of course, to become fast friends we were bound.
Roasting marshmallows and drinking beer,
People told stories but, time to get back was near.
All had made friends except the lonely one,
From all the happiness he was shun.

The bus started with a jolt and sat upright,
Everyone was awake and in delight.
To reach the destination early, we were bound,
The despair and separation felt confound.
For the first time the lonely one talked,
With a smirk which seemed crazy and daft…

He said that "life's a journey and that is true,
Let me tell my peace and just for you-
Go around and point out the fact-
That friendship or any relation is a contract.
Well, your stop has come, get down my friend,
And let's not pretend this isn't the journey's end."

Thursday, December 7, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: goodbye,journey
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