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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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