There are the womanizers

A mass of identity seekers

Protagonists of the social media

All in all people who are lost

Without the humdrum on life’s


The poet keeps to himself

But observes the social humdrum

Life of the masses that leads

To street theatre

Dialogues of chance

All the stuff like too rich food

Drives one into the open arms

Of nature’s solitude.

A writer has to become a recluse

Being overfed with humdrum


There are only a selective few

Who are installed with talents

To listen.


And react.

Listening to the truth in their


Having touched the poet’s mind

With a peek into the ante chamber

Of his soul

Stirred up for a sensual life.




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