Unruly Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
Unruly
In the middle of the crowd
I feel I live in a long solitude
Suspicious faces stare at me
With fake smiles they look rude
In the middle of a sea of heads
I look for my solemn existence
With opportunity, mood and
Milieu I do change my stance
One day I will get lost in this
Crowd of worried mass of soul
Unknown and unsung I will go
To Him to set for me another goal
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4/26/2024 8:09:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
it's real! when we are in the place or crowd that is new to us we become stranger scared if we can fit in.. thanks for sharing Tiku