my poem, my experience
the ending and the opening is same
and the stop is also same
the receiving prints
the releasing prints
ends in a same stop
same stop of my all poem
with my friends
its not a bus stop
its our school stop
for a certain interval of time
of our time
we going to repeat
our moves of line
railway track is around the places
but it broken around the places
as the repetition of our thoughts are going on
the repetition of my poems are going on
same stop of my all poems