A bus travel

"A Bus Travel"- C. Acharya


When you travel by a bus,
You see mountains and you pause.
Freshest wind you always hoped for,
Beautiful people are at all four.
The Human you love sitting so close,
You can smell the scent of the rose.
This is what you were looking for,
A day of dream you always asked for. 

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