BEAUTY IN BUS

There is a beauty in my bus

She is sitting at the back of us

I am glaring at her cheeks

Trying to know what she seeks

I can hear her whisper and smile

My ears are tuned to her all the while

She got up and walked in the aisle

Like an angel who is on her sail

I ogle at those eyes and those lips

And at those fingers and hips

From every hair let and her hair clips

As they teach a lot of romantic tips

Walking in haste, she just fell down

I ran to help and saw her frown

Gazing at her mighty face, I said, ‘I am sorry, miss’

‘Sorry for what?’ She asked and then I stole a kiss