A Lonely walk Through the Streets

It's boiling hot and it is two,
Time to return to home from school.
But after the swift bus ride,
A lonely road is my fright!
I'm tired and dressed up in heavy clothes,
Burning hot are my tiny toes.
My sister's too accompanying me,
Even then, I feel lonely...alone in my soul.
Walking on asphalt-filled, blackish roads,
Some paths are up, some down they go.
But finally I celebrate and rejoice,
When I have reached my home!
But who can forget, the heavy load,
Which I tolerate till my abode.
I hope now you fathom the feeling,
Of walking alone on those - dusty roads!