A BAD TIME STORY
 
A BAD TIME STORY.,  The time was 6'o clock  My alarm breakdown  I was rushing   To go for my work,   Ray's of sun  Hit's hard on my face  I swallow my food  With planning what to do yet?  Beyond the traffic   I was running late on time  Between the clay road's   And behind stagnant pool's   As I reach my busstop  Bus yet arrives   Time run's late   Later bus turns my side  It's too rush   I have no other go  So I stood on footboard   I fallen before I reach my stop  So I got help from someone    who was like a god to me,   Further I ran across the gate  Thank God it din close yet  Next I entered class  I got notified   Today is my class test  I just wrote what they thought  Later classes drained my dreaming thought   I waited for evening bell's  Soon it ring's as  I wish  I gone chasing bus  Searched for a window seat  With drowsy feeling on my mind  Wind's over my head it's divine  I closed my eyes with holding my bags  Later I have reached ...
