I am standing at the bus stop
I come here every day, yet, it looks like a crossroad
Tired in disguise and my mute mode
Today, I am going to a new place for my wage
I am standing bewildered
There comes the bus
Is it the one I should board?
Why I cannot decipher that has been scribbled?
I am a mellowed man and seen lot of festivities
How do I question the populace?
Mortified, I am mortified
I want to recite
Learn to recite
Talk like those courteous men
Those, yes, those standing in the crowd
I will not, I will not sham when I am learned
I will learn and share
For I, I am an illiterate.