Such Boisterous Girls

Such boisterous girls

In the prime of their youth

Unshackled from the dreary routines

Of preparing for an examination

Laughing and shouting and singing as

If the world be damned

But their spaces secured

Dumping all the worries

Outside the rambling bus

Singing songs-

Of happiness

Of heartbreaks

Of separation

Of longings

Of desires.

Was it a cacophony?

Or a symphony?

Does it matter?

Relieved as if life had

Given them a chance

For redemption

For moving on

They laughed and sang

They sang and laughed

And I felt happy.

Such boisterous girls.