The Missing’

In a city full of lights
with cars speeding by,
crowds wander aimlessly,
and cattle laze about;

I make my way to work,
with workers prancing around,
they move about unfocused,
but for the work they do;

At home, once I’m done,
my loved ones hang around,
I speak To them, and they To me;
We never speak With one another, do we?

I miss life, I miss the lively,
I even miss myself;
For I’m just ‘nother one in the crowd, in the car, at work
and at home.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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