A Crowd

Sometimes I sit alone and ponder,

how different is everyone's lives!

Almost as if magic, a wonder;

One laughs while the other cries.

In a gathering, a crowd,

which is just so loud;

You will hear a mother, a father,

you will hear a hawker,

but you won't bother.

There will be hawkers selling snacks,

gathered around by packs.

There will be hawkers selling toys,

bringing the children to joy.

It's now been an hour,

the crowd is no less.

I can see the crowd till so far-

that I cannot make a guess!

I have now lost track of time;

but I hear the far clock's chime.

Must now it be midnight,

but it is still packed so tight.