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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