There’s a silence in this crowd.
I can feel it in intervals
before the crowd is flooded more
with its novel arrivals.

With every new stop,
it practices its flexibility.
It is cautious of the push
and pull’s high probability.

At each changing station,
it goes through a revision.
Some remain with persistence
while others follow the process of omission.

The far- sighted cannot spot
each different individual.
While the one sitting nearby
can figure the immediate structure.

Here, each individual
is alone yet not in solitude.
Some think of the future
while others’ minds experience dejavu.

This crowd holds within itself
stories inside stories,
some of the failed attempts
others of cherished glories.

Crowd

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