Today, I sat alone at a corner of the cafeteria. This was not an usual thing for me to do. I love to be at secluded places, hidden from people. People tire me out. And I wanted to figure out the reason.
At a small space,
People are chattering away,
With their voices raised to be heard,
As the people like to talk too much,
I wonder if they also listen?
The chit chatting went on like forever. Some had been sitting at the table for quite some time; the empty glasses on the table proved it. They didn't even bother to give up the seats to the people who were to have their lunch.
I look around the cafe,
I see all of the different faces,
Some are familiar,
Some are not.
They talk and talk and talk.
With their loud voices,
I wonder if we have to be loud,
In order to be heard?
At a small space,
People are chattering away,
With their voices raised to be heard,
As the people like to talk too much,
I wonder if they also listen?
The chit chatting went on like forever. Some had been sitting at the table for quite some time; the empty glasses on the table proved it. They didn't even bother to give up the seats to the people who were to have their lunch.
I look around the cafe,
I see all of the different faces,
Some are familiar,
Some are not.
They talk and talk and talk.
With their loud voices,
I wonder if we have to be loud,
In order to be heard?
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