The Mad Crowd Poem by nandita chopra

I am walking through the maddening crowd

No face is covered yet everyone I see with my eyes hones a shroud.

Each face I see is known

Yet each is a stranger..mysterious and unknown.

I keep on walking trying to keep pace with all

Everyone acts so cold.. I shudder and I fall.

They all keep on walking..none turns back

I stare…trying to stand up but then I am tampered down by another fake pack

.I wanna look up to them

I want them to lift me up..

but I haven’t any strength left I feel ditched…just like a broken stem

I wave to them.

.i call out but no one helps me up

.I lay on my own on the blessed ground

Tampered down by people.yea they are my own all of them I see around

Still deep in thought..bleeding

I close my eyes..inside..i feel the flames feeding.

I hope some one would come by

He would hold me and make me fly.

He would take me away from my misery

He’d make me so happy…oh that’s to much to think..it makes me dizzy.

I open my eyes

Still believing in my lies.

I try to get up and fall again try again ignoring the pain

.But I fall again..but I know I’ll have to get up on myself

No one’s gonna come for me am just as some dust on the wooden shelf.

Then I stagger again..mingling with the crowd

No one notices …they actually din’ have the time to uncover their shroud.

One fine day when this journey will end

When finally I would be free..i won’t need to blend.

I wonder if anyone would notice my absence

Would two people fight for my justice…would anyone stand up in my defense.

I tried to touch each life
And while I am at the point of the death knife

.I would wonder was my life worthwhile

Did I do anything to make everyone smile

.Maybe someone would dropp a tear
A real one..it’d roll down crystal clear

Through that maddening crown it’d steer.

I’d sip it in the sky

Oh yes that’d be the moment when I’d die

Satisfied..i’ll have my wish..and I’d fly..

Away from the mad crowds..Away from the different coloured shrouds…