Nobody listens; they play the music loud;
Everybody holds an issue; everyone in the crowd.
So they shout; aloud.
Nudging the shoulders to find their way out;
Swamp of faces draped with piles of redundant doubts.
And they shout; aloud
The passage blocked; no hermitage of own;
The mob tightens close then why we feel alone?
Confused! I frown.
The clamor; the shout; I know where it hides.
It is buried deep down inside.
And I wait for the last;
When the noise will blast;
Then I will pick my squandered self;
For this clamor overrides the cry for help.
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