RUSH HOUR The Sun was now setting Returning back to rest To gain fuller strength To start journey tomorrow To give way for darkness Called night to do its job On mankind Who have toiled So he can have his face oiled All day Now the sun is setting So he is returning To home sweet home Smoke from automobile Become pungent Eyes irresistible with tears Passion to reach home Like the gathering of smoke form Traffic lights feel the smoke As they wimk their colours To direct the flow From the aircraft above It seem like busy Relocating Ants What a Rush What a Day.
