The Blue Bus

On a warm summer evening

I set out to find you,

In a blue bus that carries me into sadness;

But sadness is hard to find.

On and on the bus takes me

Through twilight past empty fields,

Through tunnels that burrow under the feet of brown hills,

Through passes in lofty mountain ranges,

Past anonymous towns and hamlets.

The milestones whizz by 

As the stars peep out and light the way to you,

They remind me how much further I must go

Until I get to you.

But then a big city looms up 

And its lights and its haze

Snuff out the guiding stars.

And here the bus must stop 

Until a new sun rises,

With the promise of finding you at last.

- Abhishek Takle