The SNT bus

Anything but……
Dull, mute, boring,
The blue SNT bus.
Vending the narrow Himalayan tracks,
Wearily crawling village after village.
‘Namaste Babula’ behind the steering wheel.
Pigs squealing in sacks bought from Singtam Haat,
Along with the monthly ration of rice and wine,
Enough millet for tongba gatherings on cold blue days...
Men and women cheerily talking,
Laughing at life’s anecdotes.
Dismounting at Phudong for hot cups of noodles.

Enthusiastic ,bubbling,
The Mangan SNT bus.