Little things make me happy
that of a smile enlightens
one of a recognition enhances
holding the hands turns
a consolation being
expressions of love.
Might sound not meritorious
to many. They make me rejoice
and revel. Gathering those
moments seems to be an experience
whence I derive peace.
The voice of my dear ones
from afar enlivens. I wake up
from reverie . Listen in rapt attention
each decibel penetrates
through the soul. I am blessed.
Being one not governed by laws
and customs, I lead a life
of my own, distinct from
the regular. A kind of recluse
I might seem, Well, that is
what I am.
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