Rush Hour
Rush Hour


It starts with the snooze of the alarm,
Shut eyes opened as I stretch my arm,
A minute I wish to sleep some more,
Realise an hour has passed and the maid is at the door.
I am much delayed and chores overhaul,
Husband needs tea with his morning call,
Son has school and is not ready yet,
I rush him for bath without losing sweat.
Lunches need to be packed for all three of us,
I realise son needs to rush for his school bus,
I quickly placed his tiffin and books inside his bag,
While he finished his breakfast after his father's nag.
Son's off to school and I tidy all the bed,
I sip my tea now with some toasted bread,
Hubby rushes to bath smirking with advert,
As obvious it could get I had to press his shirt.
With no time at hand, I scroll through my clothes,
"Nothing to wear I gasp" only added up to my morning woes,
Husband ready and at the door, calling out my name,
"As always we are late" is what I hear him exclaim.
I put my slippers on, hurry with make up undone,
Tie up my hair in a jiffy to a clumsy bun,
Locked the door alright and now we finally tread,
To the menacing traffic that awaits us ahead.
After an hour of drive husband drops me at work,
I get down passing a hurried smile, while he smirks,
With honking cars behind, off his car he sped,
And then I walk the office stairs to accomplish the day ahead.
Wishing everyone around my bay I finally log onto work,
"What did I miss?" a thought in my mind continued to lurk,
I jerked off my seat finally remembering and closed all my docs,
While chasing the morning I didn't turn off the iron box.
With wild thoughts in my mind of house burning down,
I quickly booked a cab and returned to my home uptown,
When I reached I turned off the iron and rechecked to apprehend,
Nothing to add to the morning madness, hoping now was at end.