Lonely Crowd Poem by ritwika raha

There is a populace,
Which watches and laughs,
Which soothes and mocks the wounds,
That it inflicted,
And then scorns, and scoffs
And the moistened eyes
Gazes at those million eyes
To seize a glimpse of sympathy,
A touch of affability,
A cozy corner,
And then a sudden stroke,
Tears apart the tears from the eyes,
A stroke of realization
A pricking truth-
I stand in a foreign land
Lonely and desolate,
With many alike me
All jostling alone,
Through a lonely crowd!