Among the Crowd

by Sneha Subramanian Kanta
(Mumbai, India)

Among the crowd
I walk on the lonely street;
A Flutter of people pass by me
Unnoticed goes the half-naked child
Sitting on the edge of the road
And looking at the sky

He probably is sure that the heavens
are hearing his cry
He seems starved and frail
But people still walk by

Each one without a smile
Like undistinguished smoke that flies out
of the chimney - - in that mill

People walk on and I--
remained stranded here
The small boy seems to have caught my sight
for reasons more than a few

But I have to walk;
I have to go on
There is no space for
Solitary Loners.