I am quiet, like a hummingbird,
sing and talk to myself, become quieter in days,
exist like a butterfly, minding my portfolio,
turn quietest in years, an antithesis of a
cackling duck. People call me dumbbell.

Being singled out by the family,
where own blood sucks like a parasite
who behave like a sly fox– treacherous
engaging in conflicts creating rancour
forces me into hibernation.

The external, I find even more tantalizing,
ugly politics disenchant me. Motivated
 by the snail’s, who finds bliss in its shell
 I retreat into a world of my own.
 Distanced, I prolong, from din and dust,


By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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