Buzzed with activities, alive with conversations
I waited for the next development
Perhaps it was my quietness that forestall introductions
They lost themselves in the loud mayhem of the party
I'm lost in the serene of the night scenery
In which long habit drew me gazing, as I waited patiently
My nervous inner monologue in a corner:
With confidence investing my every movement
Entertainment caress my every words,
Would I see enthusiasm in their eyes too
But I continue to stay in character
With firm feelings I wanted to convey
Somehow they died upon my lips
I still wore my coldness as my armor
Indeed it is misleading
Perhaps everyone has feelings you can't express
The essence would most likely be lost in translation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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