A gloomy evening at the bus stop
He saw his best friend’s wife was seated in the bus
And he just waved but could not get in.
The last bus came
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Intriguing for a few reasons. This poem leaves me wanting for more of the story. It sort of reminds me of finding a few loose pages in a novel... I can't help but wonder what were to happen if I were to find the rest. A fine poem for that very reason, Nimal. Well done.
I am moved by the tears in this poem. Friendship should be able to survive the rainy days as well as those days that are sun filled. Applause for a very fine poem. Warm regards, Sandra
Oh now this has real power in so few lines, I felt as if I was watching the scene and you have given a front seat with a brilliant cast of words to behold Love duncan X