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An alien amid noises of coming and going
of revelry and roistering,
of insolent comments and vulgar jest,
of affected style and cocky bluster,
dumb among inebriate men,
deaf to their rising palaver,
in a corner sat he at the party,
pining to share inarticulate thoughts,
yearning to meet a face dear to heart,
eyes surveying every nook,
like the one searching for the treasure,
lost in a heap of rubbles.
Search...well imagined and expressed. Parties do have such personalities who become alien to partying. A very good one.
the strong image-setting compels us to feel the party air...and an alienated individual sitting unconcerned too...
Party is full of insolent comments and vulgar jest. There is no meaningful atmosphere for a stranger who expects sanity. Beautiful poem.
Aliens! I know it's all your naught and we are blaming each other! A nice write.
Hunting treasure of thoughts in loneliness in the midst of cheerful gaiety......Valsa.......one of the best I have ever read.......10
A well depicted picture of human nature. It seems to me that mostly we are alone amongst many. And our thoughts are so different than others that we ourselves are individual aliens - away from the normal stream of life.... well narrated one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 8:06:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I completely agree with poet and echo his feeling: It is a tight walk rope searching for a good person in the world of indifference. Enjoyed yr creativity dear poet :)