Part of the way
I went in a bus
with not many a person
a four or five altogether
absolutely no sound whatever
reclined and dozed off
the breeze lulled me to a siesta
past the town I had to get down
the fellow passengers had alighted
I was the one left out
the driver sped ahead
the bus entered the busiest town
had to slow down to negotiate
perspiring I woke up
found that I had travelled very far
straightened I in a hurry
ashamed of my carelessness
got down with an awkward smile
the driver cast a knowing glance
happens these things to me now
not once but in occasions more
reasons could be varied
I detest to examine 
as they are worth not a penny
Meenas Poems 