It is the time to pour down
All my anger in the poetic form
Enough of acting cool while
Madly waiting for the bus at the stop

In the morning
That rush to catch it at the
Last moment by running after it

In the evening
With drained out energy
Waiting for it very tiredly

Sometimes I feel like
Breaking the chain
And take an auto
To go back early to home

The minute I sit inside the auto
The bus suddenly appears from nowhere
As if it was waiting for me to go
And hiding itself somewhere nearby

No matter how much
I try to ignore
The truth is that
I dislike you truly, deeply,
Forever and ever and ever

Still..

I wish our tuning matches someday
We both be there on right time
Life would be so sweet and calm
Like melody of wind chimes