Turning deaf to criticisms
he walked across the aisle
not lending his ears to the chatter .
Pretending to be blind
he crossed the patio
not casting his eyes at the glare.
Posing to be dumb
he passed the entrance
not opening his mouth to the flatter.
With his senses all perfect
he proposed an imperfection
moving right away from the banter.
Meenas Poems 
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Some things are best ignored.