The man roams on a busy street
There is nothing but only nothingness
He rides a crying speedy bus
He swims with four legs in a sea of crowd.

You may see him sitting under a banyan tree
You may see him on the bank of a rough river
You may see singing and dancing
You may see him chating with his privacy.

The man is no longer there
Where you all lived together
He is now everywhere with his nothingness
Do you feel that once he was your friend?

Ershad Mazumder

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-man-17/