I was on my way to home
Ready for daily bus ride
I found very few passengers
When entered inside
Noticed a weird thing
Window seats were crying silently
This look was so disheartening
I moved towards a seat quietly
Left alone with misty fog
No one wants these seats anymore
Still with hope and tear filled eyes
Their focus was fixed on the entry door
Winter season is spreading
The shade of coldness everywhere
Cold breezes are so pleasant
But cold storms seems unfair
I consoled my window seat
Don't worry my dear friend
You're still everyone's favorite
Winter's prank is soon going to end