The Bus

I  am riding on a bus,
full of people
fun and laughter

Some singing ,some talking
some just listening
 Every one is good to you

journey is smooth for some time
some time it was bumpy
then we saw more colorful buses
people started getting down
some says good bye
some do not
now the bus is empty

suddenly i realize i am alone in the bus
I have no where to get off
Then i saw the name of bus
it is read : Friendship",