Finding Myself

FINDING MYSELF 

 

For once ,

Try to listen to the voice,

Which is sunken in noise.

They say, that crowd kills the noise

As it is drowned in noise.

Space is where they move ,

To search for their own noise.

For outsiders, 

this place of space is too deafening,

But still this slow pace whispers  loud to me .

For many around,

This space is nothing but a symbol of loneliness,

But still I perceive it as a place to grow for myself .

For sometimes , i know 

That the world can be understood only when looked from far ,

It is way to assure that I am a part even being apart .

- Kritika 

                 Team Crumsum