The People We Overlook Poem by Sumita Jetley

In the hum of a corporate hall,
Where footsteps echo, voices call,
Lives intersect, yet often pass,
As faces blur through tinted glass.

Rohit strides through silent scenes,
In crowded rooms, his presence leans
Just on the edge of notice there,
Invisible, though always there.

A new face joins, Rahul's name,
From distant fields and skies aflame
With simpler sights, yet here he stands,
Bringing new light with quiet hands.

Pooja, steady, reads each line,
Messages sharp as barbs of pine.
But in her heart, compassion grows,
For those unseen, as no one knows.

Then Ananya, with vision bright,
Dreams of an app that fits just right—
For every voice, and every tongue,
A tapestry for old and young.

In the breakroom stands Sunita Aunty,
Pouring tea with care and plenty,
Her hands unseen, her heart unmeasured,
By those who sip her warmth, untethered.

And so they weave a subtle thread,
Of voices heard and words unsaid,
In rooms where silence turns to song,
Where everyone, at last, belongs.

This office, once of passing glance,
Now hums with warmth, a quiet dance,
Of empathy and vision shared—
A world where everyone feels cared.