I was known as lonely star
Stayed away or far
From the company of females
To avoid any misnomer or tell
There was no other reason
But I was known as different person
Lived some ideals
For the life to feel
One thing always puzzled
As I struggled
I was sometimes caught
In between ideals and thoughts
At one stage I felt
The flowers are to be smelt
Even if they are not plucked
They should be liked
This changed my concept
I regrettably wept
Opposed any thought to remain away
Life was only felt as human way
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