Monday, June 15, 2015

at the bus stop


Standing in the bus stop
I see the weary faces come to wait
The late evening falling in
The smog in the air and the roaring traffic

Nobody really cares
The heat of the evening wait
What they want is to go home
After a hard day at work

At the bus stop I watch
The buses driving in and rush is on
Nobody cares of etiquette
What they want is to go home

The beggars will hog the eyes
Carrying babies or young ones by their side
Hoping they will earn some money
On the sympathy of the tiring minds

I watch the scenes
It never changes everyday
The heat the roaring traffic
And the smog battling in

At the bus stop
The tiring souls crashing in
The manners they all forget
What they want is to go home


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