Inculcated,
And in such socialization,
The need for fraternization,
Foes become friends,
Acquintances turn allies,
A nod from humanity,
The well beaten path!
In the bell curve,
Lies an outlier,
Whose lips zipped tight,
'speech is silvern.'
He lives the golden path,
Giving birth to rumour,
And much misinformed humour,
Humanities' fear of the unknown,
Aimed at a reclusive soul!
''a sorcerer!!''
Says he whose tongue is foul,
A mind equaled by the likes of a fowl,
Or a hyena on the prowl,
An agitator,
An instigator,
Inflaming the desire to destruction,
That burns in the stake,
The soul of solitude!
Ignorant minds not privy,
Wisdom lies between the lines,
Appears in meditation,
Great deed done in the dark,
Even greater works not spoke,
Conformity is ignoramity,
No greater an iniquity,
Uniqueness breeds enlightenment,
Solitude in its element!
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