Breathless

Slightly 2 months into the job,
Yet it feels like it’s been eons.

Here, the mad morning rush doesn’t end on the buses
The jostling and shoving linger in our cages
A nudge in the ribcage, a kick in the shin
Once a seat is taken
The heavy weight of the passenger falls onto you

No time to breathe
Everyone yearns to get out of the bus
The caged bird wants to fly
But she was the one who locked herself in.

I try to pace myself every time the madness kicks in,
Going to my favourite balcony with the breathless view
Perhaps to catch a breather.

There’s no air sometimes.