The Social Scientist Poem by Somendra Gaur

He sat,
Painted with love bites,
Eating alone at his table
Looking composed,
Not happy,
But equipped & planned;

His ears hear every conversation at high decibels,
He thinks his ears can see;

He hears a girl laughing freely from a table across,
& gets disgusted,
Wishing the worst to her,
He chews his food real slow, 'Lost in translation';

His desire to cast his sufferings upon others,
Is unmatched & irresistible;

He watches a couple spending quality time
And wants to shoot them point-blank,
Taking a sip from his glass,
He smiles and shakes his head;

The waitress gets him the cheque,
He chooses to smile at her &
Leaves,
With a butterscotch ice-cream in his hand.