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.

Photo by Mitchel Lensink on Unsplash