Many People

Father Callahan passed by, Rosary hanging from his cincture

Only one of many Faces in the crowd

Not a single Star was available to Light up the sky

It was more of a mirage than an oasis in the crowd

People were impervious even to the worst possible Tragedy

Which merciless apathy erases in the crowd.

A noxious force Came through an implicit Front Door

Flaunting false airs and graces in the crowd.

Such a lovely lady with raven Locks drew Near

Would she Believe she could find open spaces in the crowd?

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