Alone Among Many Poem by ashok jadhav

I walk the streets when daylight fades,
Where countless faces pass me by;
Each voice a world I cannot touch,
Each glance a shadow in the sky.
The city hums with hurried lives,
Yet none that see the soul I bear;
Their laughter falls like distant rain,
I feel their warmth, yet do not share.
At night I sit in quiet rooms,
The walls speak louder than the crowd;
My thoughts return like wandering birds
That seek no roof, yet sing aloud.
Loneliness is not a shout,
Nor isolation just a chain;
It is the echo of the self
That learns both sorrow and its gain.
For in the hush where none appear,
I meet the heart I used to flee;
The empty space becomes a friend,
And teaches strength in standing free.
So though the night may stretch and sigh,
And footsteps fade beyond my door,
I carry with me quiet light,
A self made whole through being poor.