The chugging of the mill by the yard,
Have no ears of expectation and heed.
The toots and tweets of the mobile jungle
Could raise no alarm indeed.
When the clock keeps counting
Hunger in the midst surmounting
But hope in fix support the earnest–
A day to change for the best.
The heartbeats are almost palpable
For anyone to stick a label.
The eyes of unblemished faith gleam–
A few smiles settle the aura
What shall come is not a story,
But a promise that stays and lives
Feeds the tender minds and sinews
To face each day renewed.
It takes turns and burns the miles
Loaded with sundry reasons to smile.
The numbed clang of steels inside,
With fresh meals invite all visitors young.
It changes lane and appears on the vanes,
The colour azure stands apart,
The marks and symbols are signs of scheme
That would change a child’s dream.
That little blue bus hopping on the pebbles
Has arrived to feed the little folks.
Every day is marked a good day–
With smiles and giggles of innocence,
Echo rebound the compound wall.
The sight is a worthy scene to reveal
How little can have so much weight
Enough to drive us further ahead.
It is not just a meal a day.
Grains add fuel to aspirations
Soup that nourish the souls and spirits
The blue bus does bring light and delight.
Children sing ode and praises after,
Renewed strength and vigour run their moods
They know a brighter day lies in wait
A day of new lessons and visions.
The blue bus of hope and promise ply–
A trend of an unbroken tread each day
Many dreams need a fresh morning
Many wishes need to be true
Many miles on their little legs
Many songs to sing along
Many lessons to learn, books to read
For a better, brighter tomorrow to come.
