We are all passengers
In this roaring bus of life
Where we mingle and rumble with strangers
Whose nostalgic countenance hide their struggles and strive
We all have our destination
Though the bus rides on wheels of uncertainties
We all have our duration
Since we are time casualties
We all pass through bumps and potholes
That jolt us off the comfort of our seats
We all bid farewell to our friends and foes
Not certain of returning alive or retiring to six feets
Either in luxurious or rickety ride
Every bus will pass through life's broken bridges and dirt route
We will all be hit by the storm and ravaging tide
But His Grace from the curse of the forbidden fruit.
Written By: Nisha Kochar