Somanathan Iyer


Plights of a Withdrawn Person


Shy by nature and secluded by stature
Named as introvert and famed for nothing worth
Dreaming for a life based on mere fantasies
Here lives a person with self drawn boundaries!

From the age of adolescence till the times running now
Luck was the damsel wanted to court with
Leaving all the rest to the likes of Lady Luck
Hoping for a miracle to conceal all his debacles

Living under illusion thinking that a solution
Half-hearted efforts in overcoming the defects
Egoistic nature nipping every venture
Lack of aptitude rupturing life's attitude

Mingling with others seldom a desire
Nurturing friendships never on the cards
Losing supports in the absence of rapport
Finding solace in self imposed solitude

Countered by refusals goes into a deep shell
Expecting events ever on the smoother side
Soliciting favors from persons known very little
Craving for importance even among novices

A fractured mind with punctured hopes
A crippled foresight with ruffled insight
A confused future with subdued morale
Here lives a person with self drawn boundaries!

Submitted: Saturday, March 09, 2013
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