Growing up
as a shy & quiet person
I've always wanted
to live in tranquility
so, I picked my spot
in the corner of a little city
where everyone lived isolated lives
cocooned behind four walls!
It was a quiet & lonely place
but, despite the solitude
I, nevertheless felt secure
behind all the concrete
neither did I feel the need
to know personally the person
who lived on the other side!
I had built myself a fortress
that kept me protected
from the outside world
and the only interaction
I had with it
was an occasional:
'hellos and goodbyes'
and ironically I claimed
to know everyone quasi-perfectly!
It's not that I hated people
It's just that I was scared of them
but, one can only live this way
for a little while
because, sooner or later
even a cocooned caterpillar
must come out of it's cocoon
and likewise, a man can't hide forever
BECAUSE, NO MAN IS AN ISLAND!
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