Or sleep is a journey.
For me, I don't know.
I sleep in buses..
I sleep in buses, and
I hear my co-passengers talk:
Drunkards complaining
About the price hikes,
Women despising their
Adamant kids.
Grumpy old men
Negotiating ticket prices,
And middle-aged
Boasting about their
Sturdy crops.
My villagers in the bus,
Who don’t let me sleep
With their small talks,
Often warn me about
The old witch in the
Front seat.
They tell, she steals
Luck by touching
Whoever is asleep.
They fear but I don't
think I have to.
Luck has always been
a contagious disease,
and maybe she’s
just the cure.