the bus station

The bus station

The hive of tiring faces

In the early morning rise

In the fall of the sunset

The workers of many colours

The housewives and unemployed

They stand waiting for the buses

Sometimes on times sometimes delay

The crowded commuters

In the morning and after working hour

Everyone eagerly waiting for the bus

Home to rest or housework to do

Some will wait

The faces of lovers

Eyes keep searching

Every bus drives in the station

The bus station

Once I was the crowd

Jumping queue in the rush hour

Now it is a distant memory