Alone In The Crowd Poem by Valsa George

Alone In The Crowd

Rating: 5.0


Amid the scurrying feet
In the whirling humanity
with divided aims
and sizzling brains
She paused with singularity of purpose

Never in a hurry, more at peace
On a park bench, alone
Bent and weird, she sat.
Ragged in dress, torn in body,
Face scourged by Time,
Its contours deep like ravines
Hair lying dishevelled,
Eyes shrouded in mist
Looking out into the sinking sun,
Never dreading the darkness that falls.

Determined to live on,
with the coins habitually dropped
into her stretched out hands
by those sailing past her unobtrusive self.

Like a monument of patience
She sat.
Sat, so alone!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shihabudheen K J 14 May 2012

I get an exact imagery of ur poem.such persons r illtreated and not cared by general people.you so caring poet n person.regards

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Anil Kumar Panda 15 May 2012

an emotional drop.we are nothing but specks of dust in this vast cosmos.liked it.

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What I think about the woman portrayed here is this. As she is determined to live on, what we assume about her past and a world that might have been responsible for her projected misery have no entity henceforth. She is powerful and therefore leave a legacy ahead, one hopes.

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Anita Sehgal 03 December 2012

Thanks Valsa, enjoyed reading this poem... the imagery has been powerfully built up

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Chandra Thiagarajan 15 February 2013

The vivid imagery is touching and I feel so sorry for her! The poem evokes such tender feelings for the lonely woman.! !

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Kumarmani Mahakul 05 August 2018

Determined to live on, with the coins habitually dropped into her stretched out hands by those sailing past her unobtrusive self.......touching expression with nice theme. A brilliant poem shared incisively.10

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Madathil Rajendran Nair 25 March 2015

Another beautiful piece! This lady whom you so rivetingly describe: Determined to live on, with the coins habitually dropped into her stretched out hands by those sailing past her unobtrusive self. Like a monument of patience She sat. Sat, so alone! is perhaps not alone. That is aloneness - a supreme state. Great write, Valsa-ji. (10)

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Akhtar Jawad 25 October 2014

An impressive and touching poem.

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Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 15 August 2014

So touching and so poignantly penned with soulful words......Valsa.....it really touched my heart....you are amazing

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Amitava Sur 27 October 2013

A soulful write of a helpless life..... very touching about being alone & helpless

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