I walked, on a crowded platform
Faces lost, in the sea of time.
Trying to decipher dissimilar – actions and expressions
I knew they were watching me,
All four sides, complete and occupied
I am no different, just the clothes are little queer and tongue a little weird
I see they like to speak,
But they never talk to me
Between us silences create a line
That defines me and them!
I walked again, on the crowded platform
Trying to find myself…