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In The Loneliness Of the Heart

In the loneliness of heart, I see the crowd of memories

People passing by or rather bypassing me,

Somehow I could not connect or communicate,

Not that I had nothing to say or offer,

But could never gather words together not because I am not educated

More so that I have a primitive mind which connects not through words?

Or should I call my mind light years ahead of time when we won’t have to say a word

In the silence, everything would be spoken

And another mind would read it, comprehend it

I won’t be lonely any more

Someone out there in that crowd will know that I am calling

Someone out there in the crowd will know my feelings

Know my fears, my joys and sorrows

But what if there is no tomorrow………?

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