The Inverted Introvert
The Inverted Introvert
Stereotyped to be a mute box,
A day the person spoke;
Probably that suppression broke,
Pressure released,
As if won a contest against time,
Leaving the clock flabbergasted.
The amazed audience,
Could not hold their curiosity,
To know the surprise magic,
That transformed.
They wondered how it happened,
Whether there was a charm,
That spelled the soul.
But was there really a magic,
Or a simple choice to decide,
What, when and how to speak.
Of course there is a secret ingredient,
That flavored the soul with aroma,
And turned it to a tasteful present.
The persona got changed inside,
With the confidence that rendered;
It was growing from many days,
From a small sapling to a big tree;
That upstreamed the conscience,
Spirited within the cores of heart,
And the chambers of mind.