The Busy World
Author: Shadaan


I walk down the street,
So sad and depressed,
I cant control my feet.
I walk past the crowd,
Many people I meet,
But none bother to say a hello,
Or with a smile would they greet.
They walk past me,
As if,
I didnt exist.
As if,
I were a dark shadow,
A dark shadow of mist.
The world seems so unfriendly,
Everyone seems to be busy.
They walk past in a hurry,
With faces proud and bold.
I walk past the buildings,
Which seem to be dead and cold.
The night is dark,
And the shadows bark,
Rude and unfriendly.
I walk down the street,
So sad and depressed,
I cant control my feet.
I want to run away,
Far away,
From this rude and confused world,
To a far away place,
Where happiness is unfurled...

------- Author's Notes -------

I know this is a little dry poem,infact I composed it on a picture to submit it in a competition.So I'd like to know your opinion on my poem.I didn't submit it yet,so ur opinion will be of great help.Thank you:)
Have a nice day!


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