There are people who shout
and grab the most in a stampede,
There are some more who just whisper
and get onto the sidelines
to pick up what lies uncontested,
Out of these sideliners,
there are still fewer
who come out of the main-street throng
to take an abandoned empty little side alley,
With some occasional whisper
they pick up only what seems unworthy
to anyone on the main street,
Out of these latter,
a rare soul comes out of all congestion
to walk on a solitary trail
where the soul sings in freedom.
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