Bus Journey

Bus Journey

First things first, he searched for a seat,
Found a spot, now mission complete.
Man on left man on right, middle seat,
A sweaty place with this savage heat.

Man on right moved left, spontaneously,
As he tried to take the middle seat, swiftly.
Window seat seemed a blessing, momentarily
Until the "middleman" stood up unnecessarily.

Evident from the man's posture, and face
Was the persisting, unending disgrace.
Like a searchlight moved the man's head,
Hoping to find another seat ahead.
Searchlight failed the middleman's pride,
And forced it to move aside.

The stubborn pride obliged the man not to sit
Supposing, to sit beside him, his neighbour was unfit.
Stubborn was his legs too, lacking another option,
Afraid of a touch, he sat in a distance with caution.

The sweat dissolved the middleman's forehead mark,
The distance revived the right man's social mark.
The man on left abandoned the scene and left,
Allowing the middleman to conquer the left.

The next stop provided the middleman some solace
As he unboarded at the stop to enter his office.
Into the temple office, proudly, the middleman walked
The professor on the right, found Renaissance being mocked.

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