In a room full of chatter
I had a plain bread in my platter
Why are you not sipping tea
I don't belong here may be
There are people of all fashions
I am carried away by my own passions
Passions that talk of legendary clichés
Not followed by the societal glitches
May be I am a misfit in your class
Or should I pour more wine in the glass
The bread might seem to be plain from the outside
It will help me gain some beautiful insight
This room is strange to me
What an irony, you still look at me
I might be a loner, a moron, a bore
But there are some things in me, more
I have the courage to face the brutality
Let me tell you my friend all the reality
My silence is my power
I bath in the enlightened shower
Shower of purity and honesty
Shining like the empowered eternity
I am going to stay here long
Let my ears listen to all the song.
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