24 November, 2019
Buying a ticket
I started my journey in the bus
People were seated before me
Some are elder to me
Some are younger
They enjoy and talk,
Slander and nitpick
Filling the ears of all
Yet some stay silently.
People depart with brimming glee
People depart obsessed by melancholy
Reaching their destinations
As the value of the ticket’s over
When I reach my journey’s end
I see some are still seated
And some new faces are boarding
Yet the bus is moving
Making our destinations
- Naleen de Alwis