Gazing at incertitude,
With a sense bereft of attitude,
I see concentricles all over,
And never bother to ponder.
When people make stances,
About my new chances,
I burrow myself into books,
Not even to care ’bout my looks.
I lose myself in the pages,
Wishing i dont get lost for ages.
For parties or celebrations,
Mind constantly in deliberations,
I hear a tune in my head,
One they play when presidents are dead.
Galore of lyrics of songs i store,
Dusty up during the chore,
Never a page ever turned,
They remained shelved untuned.
Unending ordeal of mine,
Driving my senses inane,
You see the world go dumb?
And lo, this world in me go numb!

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To remove the sense of feeling from a faculty or part of the body and deaden the emotions when one sees the worldly insolency is somewhat a natural behaviour that a man may experience in life.............The essence of this poem seem to have originated from your truthful innerself and you have put it in very good words...................10/10 BesT Wishes Saneer