I sit in the bus as it is the bridge i have to use to reach my destination,
Wether to or from work.
I watch through its window,
To the beautiful and breath taking weather,
Which inspires me most of the times
And gives me ideas.
On the ground are people walking,
Just like us in the bus .
Steps, one,
Two,
Three.
Different steps
All of them fighting life,
To live.
They must have stories to tell I thought.
Some sad, happy, complicated,
Lessons, secrets.
Different stories.
And I wished I could reach to all of them
And write their stories.
The reason been,
Maybe the ones in the bus may benefit from them.
Take lessons from this stories.
Because only the ones that experienced this happy,
Sad, complicated.... stories
Only them can tell it the best way.
And all I and you can do, is be kind to all,
Never look down on a fellow human being.
You have no idea what they fighting against,
We may see them smile from far,
But at night maybe their pillows are soaked,
With tears of pain,
Betrayal and
Heartbreak.
Just be good to all.
Not all of them wins the fight,
But you can win their smile.
You can give them hopes,
You can give them a smile,
Your smile,
Through that window.
JazakaAllah for reading lovelies,
Don't forget to comment or vote if you liked it, :-) thanks in advance
Let's be kind to all.
Feel free to correct me dearies. :-) :-)
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