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.
On someone left out like d odd one out searchin 4 friends, wow a unique fabulous freeverse, esp likd how u ended it creatively. Warm wishes pal.
some people are not so party-friendly.... 'Search' was sharp, solid and precise.10.
a very intimate search...hope the aliens eyes found the treasure he was looking for: -)
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
It's when we are alone in a crowd and it happens so often. You have put the idea nicely in verse. It remembers me famous poem 'Desiderata'