Rush Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

From the day I was born, life was one rush.
Borm to my mother and father.
Tied to their devotion.
Once young, a deisre to get old.
Brave like loins, tough and bold.
Years pass by.
Life gets tough.
MY day beset my worry because all do is hurry
Rush to commute.
Tied to my desk.
Breaks come and go.
I rush my lunch.
Try to make my customers happy.
End of the day I rush to get home.
To the devotion that dirves methrough the day.
With lmy short time, I embraqce that ever loving face.
Long hours together.
I would never rush buit wishes foerver.
Life is tosy.
Get a lucky dip.
Win the lotto.
First thing I'' do is chill,
Life wont be so hectic.
Laying together with my super wife.
My superchick.
I would sleep to my hearts content.
Catch up on hours rushed.
And mispent.
Take your time and chill.
Never fret and you b'll never get ill.

Rush.