Lost…

I am lost amidst the crowd,

So homogenous that no one notices,

Black in the night,

Golden in the morning,

And Incognito the whole day

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I feel like a pamphlet,

Lying on the roadside,

Waiting to get attention,

Trying to get the dust off,

Somehow holding the ink

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My availability, mistaken,

My attention, taken for granted,

My requirements, ignored,

My views, judged and

My absence, desired.

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I am that beat on the drum,

Which got subdued in bass,

That horn of a scooter,

Which drained in truck’s honk

Present but still absent.

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