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BUS OF LIFE - NISHA KOCHAR

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

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