Vera Sidhwa - Crowd

The masses of people,
Moving in a crowd,
Formed circles like in a cloud.
But they didn't speak to each other.


These masses,
Didn't move around.
They shoved and pressed,
Each other around.


Their movements seemed useless.
Their actions careless.
Their walking around without direction.
This crowd.

Vera Sidhwa

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