The detachment in me gets out of the spring
calling me with a continuous ring
forcing me to get away from the swing
and recuse myself from the worldly tinge
Aiming to get away and withdraw from the din
I keep myself from the clasping pin
estranging myself from the ordained grin
living a life of withdrawal much far from the trashy bin
This has been the trend for time I follow
but to my horror I hear someone bellow
with terms in lively green and yellow
putting me in a piquant hollow.
The interaction that takes place all along
between me and others in a long
do not put me in a belong
making me uncomfortable and run a furlong.
The shell I am used to live
has become so narrow and not give
anything to anybody with a forgive
deemed 
to be an exclusive state without reprieve.
That being so from my birth
having been a being with moderate mirth
wish to live the remaining days with a breath
as a being unknown and insignificant in earth.
Meenas Poems 