Maverick Me Poem by Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi

I try hard to keep it under wraps
my quaint identity,
protecting myself from traps
I try my best to mix around
to be camouflaged
be one with the back ground
But its this strangeness that I have
that is an eyesore, none can forget.
The way I laugh, I walk and dress
my random thoughts, my challenging bets
the points of view, that no one gets
this genuine openness, too much for the rest
Yes! I am just made from the dirt
Potters mold, shaped me from earth
And rest of you are plastic dolls
Porcelain made, just not my sort
So we separate like water and oil
and I stay away, least your day, I do spoil