He looks defiant
with a short moustache.
His close cut hair
lends an army man’s
appearance.
Speaks little. Brief
in replies
just yes or no.
Called Vira,
he lives in a village
unknown.
Vira, the name denotes
bravrey, but at heart
he is a chicken.
He is an intellect,
well versed in history
an authority in archaeology.
His silence is misunderstood,
Engages in his schedule
undeterred.
The villagers tease him
dub him as a recluse.
Vira smiles. aknowing smile,
One fine morning,
his names flash in news.
The government confers
the highest honour.
The village celebrates.
Vira stays the same.
Shows tremendous poise.
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