I'll sit by the window
And watch life pass by

The faithful old MTC bus
Tottering along at it's own pace
Rickety, unhinged, precarious
As it jostles with humanity

I'll watch them enter, I'll watch them leave
Swaying along the winding roads
Sweating, struggling, seething
Hanging on for their precious life

I'll watch the rain lash and sun burn
I'll snuggle and put my head on the glass
Doze off when the terminal beckons
And start all over again.
Tomorrow.

I'll sit by the window
And watch life pass by

- Akshay