On sunny days, while crowds,
Assembled at beaches and Parks,
The loner would sit and relax in
His room in the dark.
People said he was bonkers,
Because he wasn't like them.
In reality, they were sheep walking in herds,
He was a lone wolf hunting to survive.
He had strength, but didn't show it.
He was witty but the fox took the title.
tired of underestimation,
He seeked his own destination.
They thought he was boring,
And lived in monotony.
He didn't care what they said.
He was weaving his own legacy.
The plans he had were bigger than imagined.
They partied on Saturday nights,
he planned for next week.
Their kind of life was common and expectable,
While he was all about the unexpected.
They were weak, they knew it.
They tried their best to hide it.
In groups they dwelled well,
While he walked alone,
Like a hunter,
'cause his nature was this,
He was a loner.
-
Ivan
How was it??
To all loners out there..
You Rock..;)
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Menace In My Mind
Poetry"Some real feelings, Some infinitesimal wishes, Trying to capture and harness them, Before you make them perish" Highest- #96 in Poetry..as of 15/07/2017 #82 - 26.7.17
