THE WOMAN IN THE CROWD

 

When the day dawns a million and one people wake up, 

trudging... trudging

Going about their lives

This one to that place, that one to another place

They move, unknown to them like a mighty army

A mighty aimless army? 

The watcher observes, silently

Where are they are going? 

What would become of them?

How would they end up?

Keeping close scrutiny he waits

Then... there at the corner, is a young woman

Hey! What’s going on?

Who is she?

This woman, there’s something about her

But what?

As the watcher observes

She moves

There’s something about this woman that draws attention 

More attracting 

More compelling 

More thought provoking 

Than the almost aimless trudging of the masses

And onward she goes

And still he observes

Suddenly she fell 

Oh!

A hard fall

She’s on the ground

But so oblivious to the masses

She’s going to be trampled under foot

Someone stand her up! 

Someone help her!!

But who?

Who will help this woman?

Who¿

Who¿¿

Who¿¿¿

Where are the strong hearted people?

Where have the kind hearts gone?

Where have the admirable personalities gone?

Where?

Where??

Where???

Oh there’s one

He’s going to help her for sure

He passed her

Does he not see her

Does he not see?

Oh there’s another

He will surely help her

Oh he’s passed too

This one will

Hmmm passed too

Where are all the admirable hearts gone

Where are all the kind hearts gone? 

Where! 

Where!! 

Where!!! 

Slowly she gets up

Painfully she gets up 

It was tough 

Oh yes it was hard 

But she got up 

And onward she moved

And moved 

And moved...

©Saila Abby