Some call me a philosopher and some a loner,
This heart of mine has only me as owner,
Self – denounced as one not fitting in to societal order,
I am beyond expectations and scrutiny of peers.
To keep my creativity fierce, I prefer isolation,
For my being the odd one out, that may be a reason,
But I am observant and absorbent of social reality,
Perfectly content I am, though a recluse I may be.
I love talking to breeze and love chatting with trees,
Addicted to my loneliness I am so free,
I need to wear no masks to be accepted,
Though I am hated and shunned, I never protested.
I don’t care my name being not mentioned in places,
Let me stay in peace away from people’s glare and gazes,
I am so different, a nerdy bookworm and a happy recluse,
I have no grudge or regret for being a lone goose.
Loved your poem! The poet, most of all, must be a very sharp observant of the society.
Brimming with gratitude and satiety, the poem is impressive in flow.
The general reader will find this to be more than a run of the mill introspective poem of sorts; one that is undercut with a strong dash of self deprecating mordant wit.
Such a truthful and daring poem.
Confessional and satirical in turn,the poem is both engaging and witty.