Crowd...faces
People...my world
The dwellers of my world
All individuals like me
All strangers
All free
I don’t know them
Yet they belong to me
Blunt expressions
Are what I always see
Talking of my harmony
But in racism they believe
I am alone
Yet people around me
Sharper than sword
Is their brutality of attitude
In a mob I enjoy
The bliss of solitude
A sublime start with a nice poem, Samra. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
This is the best one of you, excellent flow, well expression, superb....cheers with 10+++++++++
Whoa! ! ! unique ideas are really treasure... keep on thinking and WRITING more (dont eat too much before writing)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very deep with good meaning well done