Crowd...faces <br />People...my world <br />The dwellers of my world <br />All individuals like me <br />All strangers <br />All free <br />I don’t know them <br />Yet they belong to me <br />Blunt expressions <br />Are what I always see <br />Talking of my harmony <br />But in racism they believe <br /> <br />I am alone <br />Yet people around me <br />Sharper than sword <br />Is their brutality of attitude <br />In a mob I enjoy <br />The bliss of solitude<br /><br />samra mahmood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bliss-of-solitude-2/
