Small Places

Small Places


Written By: Kalyanv96


The rims of the bus are glistening with rays of the early morning sun
And enhancing the effects of ill maintainance on the window overcoated with generations of dust and fog
We rattle past untamed roads that separate dew soaked fields
A sleepy town with its people in deep deep slumber
Living in a dream that they're soon going to wake up from
And the bus is swaying past women with earthen pots, who sing of better days to come
Little to they know that they're not part of the plan
Tragedies follow the wayward clan of the wayward place