around are men moving faceless <br />a blurred streak in the rush <br />a nonentity with no address <br />like the man sitting next in the bus! <br /> <br />who looks up and who sees <br />the lump of one moving mass <br />like a line of disparate trees <br />we're men sitting next in the bus! <br /> <br />boarders on traveling wheel <br />chained in creed and class <br />who does bother to feel <br />the man sitting next in the bus! <br /> <br />the world would have been so nice <br />had mine weighed lesser than us <br />but who would pay the small price <br />for the man sitting next in the bus!<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-man-sitting-next-in-the-bus/