Poem
On the Bus
One looks at his watch,
shifting uneasily in his seat;
one reads, one mops his brow
and curses the summer heat. In some corner of the city,
someone anxiously awaits
their arrival, or perhaps
wonders why they're late. If so, their faces reveal nothing,
their gaze fixed, quietly intent
on the weekday traffic, each
in his own world, content to be alone and undisturbed.
No one knows where they've been,
where they're going, what marvels
they may have known or seen. Here, they are merely
strangers on a city bus,
each belonging elsewhere,
unknowable, anonymous. * Nausheen Eusuf teaches at BRAC University.
shifting uneasily in his seat;
one reads, one mops his brow
and curses the summer heat. In some corner of the city,
someone anxiously awaits
their arrival, or perhaps
wonders why they're late. If so, their faces reveal nothing,
their gaze fixed, quietly intent
on the weekday traffic, each
in his own world, content to be alone and undisturbed.
No one knows where they've been,
where they're going, what marvels
they may have known or seen. Here, they are merely
strangers on a city bus,
each belonging elsewhere,
unknowable, anonymous. * Nausheen Eusuf teaches at BRAC University.
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