Empty classrooms

echoed hallway

grumbling stomach

all weakened the spirit

but awaited the boy

looking towards the gate

searching a familiar face.

No engine sound

No gush of fumes

No crowded bus

No hush hush talks

but awaited the boy

looking towards the gate

searching a familiar face.

Quarter past five

rushed towards the gate

half asleep, half awake

half hungry, half happy

to catch hold of hands.

Stood near the gates

a familiar face

the beloved one

holding love-filled cutlets

as repentance for the wait.