Conversations go on endlessly
with never-dying interest
What do they talk about?
with such rapture in and out
makes me wonder all throughout
as I remain an outcast
away from the normal cast
listening to what they say
as I feel given two ears in a way
shows that we have to extend 
the hearing
and restrict the talking
None pay heed to me
thinking I am a dummy
or more so a mummy
bereft of expression
and demanding impression.
So goes on the talking forever
ending up in a loud chatter
devolving into a noisy clatter
releasing by far nothing.
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