By Shreya Krishna Iyer
The day starts with buzzing of the alarms, Waking us up through deep slumber,
Yawning we visit the latens, Splashing ourselves in the cold water in the cold weather, We leave at the time of dawn, Taking our sack.
Waiting in long queues with our sleepy eyes, Fetching the coins we tangled our hands, We go through the dark and silent roads, Awaiting the arrival of sunrise, Filled with energy and spirit we travel, To give the best throughout the day.
Running beside the tracks, Catching the crowded trains, Climbing the bustling stairs, We reach the destination, Making way through the busy floors, Tiered and awake, Yet full of spirit and determination.