The Silent Observer

I am tired of this self-regulated estrangement

That only causes me to breathe my lament

Every time I try to learn the art of communication

My peculiar popularity triggers my depression

People call me introvert & aloof

A vagabond without any roof

But I am satisfied where I am

Beyond any scandal or any scam

My ever-aging fantasy for a soulful public interaction

Stands quietly at the back of my limitation

And there I remain enslaved forever

Playing the role of a silent observer.