Amidst The Maddening Crowd

Poem By Saima Sharif

It's a midwinter night. There's no snow.
But the snow-like silence falls upon the neighbourhood,
Except for the trudging of some possums with a few breaks.

The moon light floods the floor through the bay window.
I walk to the balcony,
A misty breeze moistens my face.
I look up at the crescent
That stares at me with a silvery smile
Mingled with a pain of solitude.

I look down the balcony…
The flowerbed of red and white blossoms
Welcomes me with an enchanting fragrance.

An ambulance a few metres away speeds by
Followed by a police car.
A cardiac arrest, or a respiratory attack…
An alarm for an emergency, or for a disaster,
Is there an alarm for good news?
Is there a ‘breaking news' for good news?
A lizard ticks like the arm of a clock.

There's only one letter in the box
Just a flyer.
I try to reach the back of it a few times
Guessing to miss any more in the darkness of the evening.
I give a faint smile…
I could just make the mailbox smaller;
I will paint it like a garden gnome.

The message bank of the landline beeps,
I press play, just a telemarketing call.
No need to use the voicemail option.
I sigh deeply to myself.

There's a long queue at the bus stop
I sit by the window as usual.
At the next stop, it gets tightly packed
Still it's quiet except for the flipping of turning pages.
There's a crowd all around,
But everyone's aloof among the maddening crowd.
Everyone has only one companion…
Either a book or an e-device.

The bus enters the tunnel,
It's pretty dark,
I close down ‘And The Mountains Echoed'
And rest my tired lids.
It's dark inside the tunnel
Under the city flooded with lights,
And it's a quiet, solitary journey among the mob,
Amidst the maddening crowd.

Comments about Amidst The Maddening Crowd

Nice imagery! More power to your pen.
A nice story with a fine poetic atmosphere. Thanks.
Beautiful narrative piece of poetry, well articulated and elegantly penned in good diction with insight. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Saima and welcome to Poemhunter.
The massive development in Communication has changed our life so much that sometimes we feel lonely even being among the crowd. A balance is welcoming.

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