My First Bus Ride Poem by Harshini Priyaa

On my first bus ride,
My heart began to race.
Excitement and uncertainty,
As I prepared for my very first chase.

The roads were long and winding,
The scenery, new and mesmerizing,
The bustle of the city, blinding,
As we approached our finalizing.

The aroma of the street food,
Wafted through the hot air,
I couldn't resist the temptation,
And had to try some out there.

The journey was long and arduous,
But the sights made it worthwhile,
My first trip by bus,
Will always be remembered with a smile.