The Man Sitting Next In The Bus Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
The Man Sitting Next In The Bus
around are men moving faceless
a blurred streak in the rush
a nonentity with no address
like the man sitting next in the bus!
who looks up and who sees
the lump of one moving mass
like a line of disparate trees
we're men sitting next in the bus!
boarders on traveling wheel
chained in creed and class
who does bother to feel
the man sitting next in the bus!
the world would have been so nice
had mine weighed lesser than us
but who would pay the small price
for the man sitting next in the bus!
Great write! The anonymity of the the man sitting next to us is alarmingly growing in modern times! No one has time or mind to care for our next door neighbour! Beautifully put and I greatly respect your concern over our shrinking from 'us' to 'me'! A 10
Imprisoned mind being embroiled in discord, conflict and strife....yearns freedom from them.......so nicely penned
Chaos in life, sprint to be rich, fear to be empty stomach...society has lost its identity and we are just man sitting next in the bus..Poem shakes the mind and thought...we must find the reason tpo be freed from prison thank nice poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Beautiful poem. Thoughtful write, especially we face these situations many times in our life. Very true said, how much do we know of the man sitting next to us. Either we are quiet busy in our thoughts, mind travels somewhere while bus going somewhere. or it can be ones ego who will take first initiative to talk......In this process the destination is reached... I really loved reading it. Thanks for sharing with us.