Hassan Bukhari

The two cities I traveled cause of you

There’s a bus I daily ride
The same bus on which I met you
In a crowd of a whole big town,
In the rush of a metropolitan city

This bus ride has given me my joy
My bliss, my deep inner self
I began to see, to live and to breathe,
I began to see another world,
The walls and houses and streets and people
Residing inside of me
Of an ancient burried city.