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One more cold day of the season has come,

One more reminder of forgotten years,

Bleak forms, long queues, blaring horns,

And alone in a bus on an endless roam.

Going unheeded, none disturbing,

Lost in my trip of non-stop thoughts,

Passing bazaars and shopping stalls,

Roads with folks going distraught.

Some kids, plodding along to school,

Their parents having a tete-a-tete,

It is time to exchange cheers.

And then, suddenly, it all changes --

Perhaps some changes are better --

But how can I force myself to face,

Once more the thought of you, leaving me.

We walked hand in hand in the wintry sun,

We sipped hot tea when it got cold,

How longer should I be alone in the bus,

To avoid the harshness of the cold sun.