The man roams on a busy street <br />There is nothing but only nothingness <br />He rides a crying speedy bus <br />He swims with four legs in a sea of crowd. <br /> <br />You may see him sitting under a banyan tree <br />You may see him on the bank of a rough river <br />You may see singing and dancing <br />You may see him chating with his privacy. <br /> <br />The man is no longer there <br />Where you all lived together <br />He is now everywhere with his nothingness <br />Do you feel that once he was your friend?<br /><br />Ershad Mazumder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-man-17/
