Introvert
He who is not Jaime is known as Jaime R,
His skin is brown; India? Pakistan…?
Do not know; can be wrong…
I never saw him out
Eats little; always junk
Very cheap
And buys on internet
To his house delivered
Pays no tip…
Late always to open
The door lock; is cautious?
For me as filmmaker
For me and lovely pen
Is centre and subject
Inspires…
"Thank you, " said-not-said
Withdraws back to den
Reminds me of those days
Leprosy...
Have never seen open
Neither door nor his mouth
Introvert…
Worries me
As if an example
Of the youths with the guns
That is why am afraid
Not for me
But for him, and nation!
Every cell in brain and blood
Sends signal and warning
Hope not right…am I wrong?
Free yes and man's rights
But what if I am late?
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Worries me As if an example Of the youths with the guns That is why am afraid Not for me But for him, and nation! Every cell in brain and blood Sends signal and warning Hope not right…am I wrong? Free yes and man's rights But what if I am late? Beautiful poem on a typical introvert nature of human mind. Thanks for the sharing of the poem.10 for it. Subhas