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The hustle thus created of the silence of ages,
Beating through my ears,
Creating an incomplete crowd,
How; I wonder?

I am the one searching,
Not knowing how much I get;
The joy of being there when lonely crowd surrounds,
Is Huge!

Twittering birds, dancing kids,
Null are the signs of once told facts;
Yielding fruits of an unknown, unborn desire;
Tastes of bitter truth!

"Wrapped"

Wrapped in white cloth,
Closed in a wooden box,
You come like a King,
Yet you don't command!