Crowd...faces
People...my world
The dwellers of my world
All individuals like me
All strangers
All free
I don’t know them
Yet they belong to me
Blunt expressions
Are what I always see
Talking of my harmony
But in racism they believe

I am alone
Yet people around me
Sharper than sword
Is their brutality of attitude
In a mob I enjoy
The bliss of solitude

samra mahmood

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bliss-of-solitude-2/