Mused in a Rush-Hour

Mused in a Rush-Hour

The hustle and bustle, 

The timely whistle,

The hurry-scurry,

The timely rush,

The dark route underground,

Drowns the wise Crown!

The hustle and bustle, 

The conductor's call, 

The hurry-scurry, 

The wise story,

The natural route above ground, 

Nourishes the wise Crown! 

While feeling the rush-hour hues

And noticing the fuss, 

Boarding a bus

And observing thus:

Every face arriving and departing

Screams the same story

Of the usual mess offered by a journey!

Every face whispers, 

"You aren't alone

Facing the workaholic churn!"

Every red signal reminds

The obstacles that are awaiting! 

While the yellow points

At the hopes that are pending! 

The green forces 

To move forward hurriedly 

Grabing all the opportunities!

While getting down the bus

The wise Crown whispers, 

"That's sublunary life in a miniature form

Of which one gains the vision

When one moves out of the chic prison!"

-Forum Shah