Crowd

Varied dreams
expressions and colors.

I hunt for traces of you
within such a crowd.

I know some of these colors may match
with those in my poems.
Know not, which one suits you the best.

Varied grins,
ring tones and tears.

I know some of them often stirs me up.
Know not, how to wipe off
your conflict with my peace.

Varied gaits,
heights and weights.

I feel overburdened
carrying my concerns for you.
Know not, whether I still figure
in the crowd
of your reveries.