Yesterday On Bus
Yesterday night I was there on a bus.
by Md. Asadullah
Road was jammed and was a muss.
Bus was empty, travelers were few.
Amidst the jam it crawled through.
Soon I got curious about two old chaps;
Sitting on seats marked 'for handicaps'.
They were different from common folk.
Without making any sound they spoke.
To talk some sign language they used.
I didn't understand and was confused.
Different facial expression they made.
Lips and hands moved, heads swayed.
With hand they wrote on other's hand.
They savvied but I didn't understand.
On the next stoppage halted the bus.
Holding each other both left without fuss.
I looked but my vision came to a naught;
Mind got occupied with their thought.
Many languages recognized and known.
But their language had beauty of its own.