Amid the vast buildings
And the mist of noise
I look for my missing identity.
I recklessly wander here and there like
Set-free cattle on the road,
The passer by get angry with me
Disappointed, I beg for the people
To listen to my voice,
My voice is silenced in the noise pollution.
Original Source: http://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/1614704-Listen
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