Friday, 13 April 2018

A Quiet Place

Surrounded by deaf ears, I am
Lonely in the crowd, I feel

No one around to listen
Neither to talk or shout out loud

Have I become too rhetorical
Question I ask to me, daily

Searching for random heads
Just to pour it out

Or scribble my inner turmoil
On this little platform

Too much gets saturated
As hardly things come out

Difficult it becomes sometimes
But that's what it is
Even if I want or do not.

-SR.


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