Returning from a day-long's worth of life,
I found myself at the back of a grumpy old bus,
As the darkness swept the sky, the night came alive,
Exhausted and drowsy, I wished for a quiet ride,
My patience was flailing and my bed miles away,
Fault grabs attention, be it in a man or in man-made, they say,
So I couldn't help but notice the patched ceiling and broken grab rails,
For this bus too had its fare share of faltering days,
Yet was adorned with shiny paper flowers, idols, and tassels,
All swinging and swaying as...