A room full of laughter
Many faces with voices
Pitched high and low
A crowd of jesters,
chatterers, whisperers
Conversation-starters,
Gossip-mongers
A round of drinks
A plate of appetisers
Bow-tied waiters
A party in full swing.
And there I stand
In the left corner
Smiling shyly
At passers-by.
A phone in my hand
I wish for a beep
A message, a picture
From a faraway land.
The ladies in chiffons
Beckon me to join
I stare at the screen
“Damn! This phone!”
A circle of chairs
Is where I sit
A disenchanted spirit
Longing to go home.
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