A boy at the bus stop held tight,
his father’s hand all through the night.
I lowered my eyes,
but memory reminds;
I once held a hand just as right.
- Neha Sharma
Boy at the Bus Stop
A boy at the bus stop held tight,
his father’s hand all through the night.
I lowered my eyes,
but memory reminds;
I once held a hand just as right.
- Neha Sharma
Accidental Epiphanies 
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