Walking amidst the crowd,
I fathom whether lost or found.
Through the raging men,
to the shrill sounds.
No one knows my heart and its sound.
The stormy feelings,
to the cloudy eyes.
In the standing raings,
I hide my tears.
Keep allaying fears,
in the crowd's jeers.
Crowd comes and goes on,
But the feeling holds on....
Lost in the crowd...
Am "I" or the "CROWD"
