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,