Roopa Menon

Rookie - 20 Points (11-05-1985 / Mumbai, India)

Strangers - Poem by Roopa Menon

We touch
Shoulder to shoulder
Hundreds of strangers and me
My eyes
Don’t memorize their faces
But my ears
Listen their words
Talks and discussions.
Don’t blame them
For eavesdropping
They just listen
To the pace
Of the lonely roads
And busy minds.
Some footsteps hurry
Some are slow
And wheels zoom by
Strangers they are
Different faces and new words
Setting new energy
To everyday life.

Comments about Strangers by Roopa Menon

  • Aashish Ameya (10/19/2006 2:02:00 AM)

    this is nice, shows the face of mumbai very well... (Report)Reply

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  • William Jackson (3/14/2006 1:42:00 AM)

    I like your poem. I sometimes enjoy the anonymity of large crowds, the opportunity to feel like a dropp of water in the ocean, and the opportunity to eaves dropp on private converstations. The writer in me really enjoys this. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 30, 2006

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