Beneath a common
edifice they dwell,
Of a shared roof
Of a Shared
staircase,
Of a shared
foundation
That pillars sprout from
To stand and hold the
entire dwelling
There are the tenants
residing for ages
Together
At proximity of each
other,
Yet strange they are
to each other
Cocooning Inside their own little world
With unshared words
And “who -cares -who
–he- is attitude
Whereupon loneliness
buzzing in
Amidst a crowd,
Amidst a good
companion!
Heard are their voices,
Like a music playing
from a stereotype
Every day
Yet like a beautiful
song by an anonymous,
They know not whose
vocal cord
Hums that beautiful
song
Everyday.
Or like a deaf oldie
They go unheard
To each other
Everyday.
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