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 my stop
I noticed time is again 6'o clock
With a zombie look
I walk to my home
Refreshed myself
And ate some food
I feed my pets and
Braze them slowly
Then i have reached my bed
Between my love
And failed aims
Attempted more to do something
Both I lost
So I think on those
Nothing I gain
Than pains which hurts
I fall on bed
Where tears floats
My mind said forget all I did
But footprint can't be erased,
One side on searching job
Between my daily test
Also over my failed love
Thinking now what to do
I closing my eyes now
Late another nightmare passes me
Just thinking of life
What to do next
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