Happy Medium

Living in America
There seems to be a gap
About a million miles wide
it's only here to there
But it's the Great Divide

There seems to be a gulf
Of complete isolation
Between me and you
On the brink of annihilation

is it possible to miss India?
the masses crowding at your door
In ur house, in your life
Always wanting more?

But though you have no privacy
There is no such thing as private
You get loved in close intimacy
All your needs get met

I long for people meddling
I long to break the isolation
The loneliness is overwhelming
The pain is quite desperate