Walking across the road
took a turn and board
a bus going with full load
by the hills it rode
fast and gleefully in the cold
on the way it showed
scenario of great note
greenery on one fold
on the other the hills rising bold
enraptured on a hold
the passengers as told
remained fascinated and rolled
as the bus negotiated on bends and roared 
the experience was one of gold
Meenas Poems 