Journey by Bus

Bus, the blood running in the arteries of Delhi ……..I
Primarily the transport of city’s underbelly …….II

As it nears the stop, there’s a stampede on stairs ……I
You may fall or get hurt, but who cares ………..II

Finally aboard, the travail begins ……….I
A haggard tobacco chewing conductor heckles …..II
Quickly take the ticket to parry choicest of expletives …..I
Unless of course, you can retaliate the vituperatives …..II

Commuters are a motley clique ………I
From students to laborers, & some with a maddening streak …….II
Get everything you want at your seat newspaper, pen or that magic pill …I
Larceny is common , so hide those 500 bills ……….II

Pushing shoving everyone’s jostling for space …..I
Trying their best to nod ahead in the rat race. ….II
Drivers compete in a race against time …….I
No surpriz that buses hugely contribute to the city’s crime …..II

A journey by bus is both endearing and enduring ……I
It unites everyone from pauper to one with the bling ….II
Bus is a symbol of harmony, it shows the pulse of nation …..I
Which is why it’s on the radar of perpetrators of friction …..II