Long
ago when I saw the AC buses on the road
- 3rd March 2017
Their
majesty had struck me so much
The
plush seats, the AC indoors with music
Their
obvious grandeur was such
Two
years now since I commute
Seems
there is not much luxury there
There
are times quite bad when
Travelling
in them can be a nightmare
The
automatic doors sometimes don’t open
The
windows are almost always shabby
Fire
hydrants are forever missing
Cobwebs
hang freely and Mr. Spider is happy
The
aisle between the seats is narrow
You
can’t move unless you are lean
People
stamp over feet and footwear alike
Till
both are no more clean
The
tickets are very pricey
You
pay the fare through your nose
If
the bus is crowded from door to door
Then
you walk and stand on your toes
The
cooling is quietly absent
The
ambience inside suffocating and hot
So,
all the comforts I had imagined earlier
Are
more often than not, just naught- 3rd March 2017
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