In the middle of the crowd
I feel I live in a long solitude
Suspicious faces stare at me
With fake smiles they look rude
In the middle of a sea of heads
I look for my solemn existence
With opportunity, mood and
Milieu I do change my stance
One day I will get lost in this
Crowd of worried mass of soul
Unknown and unsung I will go
To Him to set for me another goal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's real! when we are in the place or crowd that is new to us we become stranger scared if we can fit in.. thanks for sharing Tiku