Crowd - Poem by Ratnakar Rout
Mob rush every where
Entice the onlookers
Crowd in the sands
Crowd in the woods
Crowd puzzles everyone
The temple, the market
The road, the park
Crowd throngs everywhere
Though nothing enthralling is there.
As their thirst is not quenched either
A lone passer by quips restlessly at a safe distance
Witnessing the anxiety of the commuters.
Sound builds, sound breaks
Sound pollutes the atmosphere
Sound is God, which emanates from within
And enthuses the crowd
That sprouts of the vocal chord
And bearable to the eardrum
Can anyone stay peacefully at any place?
When crowd is unmanageable
And sound intolerable
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