Four
square and we the people,
Room
so packed, and still it prevails,
Sitting
next to me is a man,
Sitting
next to me is a woman.
Colours
of the band define the years,
Faces
to faces, we see, still it prevails,
A
crowd is present, to say,
Strangers
we were, and are, long we stay.
A
glimpse of fairy somewhere in the middle,
Too
far from reach, so it still prevails,
So
much so that, I can hear the breath,
Along
the length, along the breadth.
I want
to break it, I want to speak,
Get
close to the people I met,
But,
somewhere within I sense,
I have
started loving this silence.
Justin
Nen
20130206
