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Into The Crowds Of Nameless, Faceless People Of Calcutta, Saw I Humanity Coming To A Standstill

Into the nameless, faceless crowds of the people
Waiting for, hurrying across,
In a haste, finding a way out,
Gasping for breath,
Traffic jams and vehicles standing
Bumper to bumper,
The lights changing,
Turning red, green and yellow,
Giving the signals to the people,
Crowds and vehicles waiting,

Humanity writhing in pain,
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Sunday, September 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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