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It was a boring journey I had,

Felt extremely bad,

Due to an uncomfortable chair firstly,

Then the traffic jam made things worse gradually.

I couldn’t sleep whatsoever then,

Not a little even,

If I travelled by plane,

I wouldn’t have to undergo such pain.

Yet I became happy,

Once the bus entered the city,

That I much adore,

That my heart longs to visit more.

My parents kept on calling me,

As unaware they were of my delay actually,

After all the bitterness in the journey,

I did climb up the stairs eventually.

Like a magician’s trick all my tiredness was gone,

After seeing the faces so common,

Yes, I did finish my roam,

I at last was home.