In English we say, I feel lonely,
But in poetry…
I walk in the crowd, still feel something is amiss,
I hear thousands of voices, still my ears don’t hear.
I see people in plenty, still my eyes seem to be yearning.
So many to hear me, still I feel unheard.
My heart aches despite the warm touches it gets,
And my soul feels lost, for no reason.
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