i was in the bus
on my way home,
listening to
"gorgeous"
watching sunsets,
without wines
the city's rush is gorgeous ,
and truly i just can't hate it
i'm standing, here
in the middle of the bus
it makes me furious
cause, no seats were available
at the same moment,
just loving the breeze,
coming from the window
byeeeeeee, ahmedabad
only for weekends
now, i'm all alone
in this dark room
waiting for you ,
to come home
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Take Time To Smell The Roses
PoetryIt's poetry, "Take time to smell the roses" when we are all busy chasing the name, fame, and dreams where we forget almost ourselves and the surrounding beautiful things to see in this chaotic life. it's to inspire all those little things and v...
