He does not belong to this world
Everything around seems to be odd
He isn't even autistic;
But nothing is realistic
In the realm of all regularities
He seems to live far away
A life of routine and necessities
A life of indifference in disposition
A life of silence and peace
Sometimes he wonders why people wander
His calmness is a scare one;
He has nothing to do with noise
And all these is just because;
He is as deaf as a post.
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