Amidst
Amidst
In the small pockets of shyness,
I tried to keep myself from prying.
Here and there was my slyness,
When I found it hard to continue trying.
As I opened the tiny rooms of books,
They grew bigger with each grade.
I never grabbed many, on first day strange looks,
Which I would have with time, like to trade.
I tiptoed my ways ahead,
To de-elevate the difference.
To fit inside the puzzle of kids with tread,
And still I always remained along the deterrence.