Riding Back Home

..my college days

Without destination;
A journey ought to be.
Every evening taking a bus back home
I wonder the same.
Favourite street and the favourite colours.
Soon it may fade.
At 5 pm,
The sun is scorching in almighty blaze
Yet, feeble
behind every steep monumental construction.
At the crossroad, where the
twins swing diagonally into the air,
ladies entered in haste; as the bell rang.
The home must be far away.
Past the empty cafe shops and
the packed museum ground with fitness conscious junks.
At the next stop, I sigh and
wait for the red signal.
The home is near.

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

I felt as thought I was there with you on your journey..Your description is so written out so well.. The journey home has so many emotions tied into it.. you've described it well..x

[Brad]

sigh, you made me home sick with this...wonderful, descriptive and emotional

[SamBug]

THis was a good descriptive poem. I very much enjoyed it