School Bus

Kids hustling with buzz and joy
Smiling faces with missing teeth
Talking endlessly about their games and toy
With amazement never to cease

Sharing Bottles and lunch box
Playing stone paper and scissor
Just as bunnies they hop
Wings like  butterflies with which they flutter

Fighting for the window seats
Honking with the horn
To feel the warm and quick breeze
Crying like a newborn

Taking proud in getting a remark
Heavy bags with weight of future
Playing in the bus as in a park
Constituting the most innocent form of nature

Stops coming as finishing line
One by one all the friends depart
Eyes glimmering with light of divine
Journey suspends Till tomorrow when the bus restarts