I often find myself lost in this crowd,
I am not heard though I am very loud.
I keep seeing those faces which seem familiar,
With those searching eyes and the lost look they all look peculiar!
I wish I could tell one from the other,
They all look like the sons from the same mother!
I keep looking and they keep pouring like water from a cloud,
They come as singles but become one with the crowd...
It really amuses me to see them coming in herds,
How they all dreamt of flying the free sky like birds!!
But it’s nothing but my mind playing tricks on me...
That I have become the crowd it doesn’t want me to see!!
And now when I look into the mirror it shouts out loud,
It no longer knows me I am just a face in the crowd!!
