In the midst of a crowd
and amidst cacophony
I still found the silence
to connect with you.
The crowd's wont is to
haunt the cliques and
wantonly tear apart
delightful camaraderies.
Not falling prey to it
is the task that tests the
resilience of the most
harmonious relations.
The crowd will seek to
destroy the togetherness and to drive a wedge in relations,
that seem beyond reproach.
But sometimes the crowd
will get the better of you
and hound you out
Be the crowd or disperse.
When crowded out inevitably,
hold on to the invisible tugs
that link the minds,
which even the crowd can't touch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem