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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