The Talking Bus

Worthless buzz,

About the futile  ventures of life

Like the ever orating radio,

The switch on,

Signals retrieved,

Hovering the voices,

The babbles .

Encrypting the noises,

Blabbed by the furious people.

Reaching to every ear,

Hindering the gentle mind,

Soon their voices turn to growls,

Leaving the bus talking.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[J. J. Nightingale]

Whist mind ? .. Not sure of the meaning ..

Sorry don't get the point dear ...

Jazz :)