My PG life

Hustle and bustle every where,

Untiring horns tiring ear;

Human beings every where,

Yet my joyous life is no where;

Searching for the happiness,

Yet drowned in loneliness;

With all these...

I need to move;
Stop staring but step on,
The ever crowded bus.
May be I missed the seats,
By just staring;
Never mind.

Walking like a dumb,
In the middle of the crowd.
People dash you,
The slippers step on you,
The suitcases hit you.
But I should move,
Not even missing,
A single step;
For which, I regret later.

The forever faulty signals,
Will work enthusiastically,
When foot is about to cross;
Just to consume minutes.
But I should move,
I don't want to regret again.

And it's already 9;
Entered in a bizarre room,
Which I hated the most.
The many eyes on the board,
Not even blink.
I never mind anything.
And here comes the first word
Of the day, out of my mouth,
With a little hope for a NO
Is
"Attendance?"