Thither is a thriving commotion, but, I am standing quite.
There is hustle & bustle around, but, I can’t choose one side.
There is insanity in the souls, with which I cannot relate.
The air of joy is present, which I haven’t sensed till date.
There is the rhythm of music, which passes above me.
There is happiness around, which I cannot see.
I look quite and silent, though the tides are high inside.
The wish to lean over and endure a smooth glide.
Death does not frighten me, it’s the pain of loneliness;
The feeling is so certain, as I am not so blessed.
I am crying, I am roaring hard, but, no one is there to hear,
It’s just a matter of one drop… it’s just a drop of tear.