A Comman Man

just life through the eyes of a commoner.

My mission to scramble inside the bus.
Under the scorching sun, I sweat,
Here, breathing itself is a challenge,
As foul odor is like fresh air,Self Arrest.

As wet bodies collide,I fight my way,
Holding on for survival!,Survival!,by choice!,
As i reach destination,I barely manage out,
Wrinkled by body,and shunted by voice.

I am lost, between many of my own, wild streets,
Brush the rag pickers, trip the odd rich man,
and exchanged forced 'hello's',friends or foe's?,
None,Just people that them nor I, understand.

In midst of joys and sorrows lies me,
Afraid of death, yet killing myself slow,
With the hands of Life, life a hypocrite?,
In the sewage of flowers,I,barely flow.

Stuck in a crowd, where I chose my own fate,
Pulled by his strings, and many more me's,
Just like me, who know not, why they are here,
A big bunch of small fishes in this vast sea.

Un-noticed, and will never be,pitied mortals,
For we are his creator, and now he controls us,
A mortal himself, yet false immortality gained,
From I, I who can barely breathe in this bus.

I am not a religion,and I am not a caste,
I am but a Common Man, and you are my center,
A center I created,and a center I have despised,
Now i stand, deafened my ears to your tenor.