A man stands in the crowd

A man stands in the crowd,
The crowd is immense
It expands to multitudes
He feels like a midget
As small as a cockroach
Or an ant;
He is afraid to move on.
Is there place for him anywhere?
The world was once vast,
Explorers weren’t able
To find the ends meet,
Now the world’s a village,
Global village by name.
Man loses his identity, his caste
So very easily and in haste
Each day he comes in contact,
With so many human beings
Who have lost humanity of old
Have turned numb and cold
Young, middle-aged and old
Poor, middle-class and rich
He is one amongst each
Lost his power to think deep
Life is lived like a barren desert
Which at last also ceases to exist.