Pain

Sitting there at the window

When I saw millions of people moving around

I know I am here on my own

No one will miss me if I am gone

Life is like sitting at a platform

Hundreds of people around you

Shouting, running, laughing and hugging

And someone sits there; a victim of mugging

While I feel at loss of words

I have nothing to contribute

The conversations seem so foolish

Feeling some discomfort and anguish

Sometimes one is lonely and alone

Out of the window, emotions are thrown

Minutes to hours, time has grown

And in the pleasure of pain you can only moan!