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 ...