A person of recluse !

Being wary of the people,
away from the crowd,
and veil of eccentricity,
sticking to his shroud.
Raising a few eyebrows,
inquiring of his use,
his action being disgraceful,
as a person of recluse !


A childhood of dreams,
filled with innocent recreations,
winded within his world,
relishing of his passions!

The momentary friends of everyday,
some new games to play,
and the life was so simple,
with sense of fulfillment.

But time moved on,
friends being drifted apart,
studies then taking over,
with pressure of competition.

Society is made of class,
too hard for a gentle heart,
misled and being wayward,
before playing his own part !

Was it bullying or harassment,
being an object of ridicule,
or just plain disappointment,
between imagination and real?

Slowly and steadily,
seeking of some solitude,
immersing in the distractions,
finding something to be amused!

Some scolding of family,
suggestions of his friends,
neither reached his ears,
nor he mend his ways....

Now being an adult,
he let himself muse,
catch up with the society,
being tired of the abuse !

Again there were frustrations,
of regrets of his lassitude,
being detached and aloof,
found salvage in his recluse.

It's his story,
proceeding still on,
his action being disgraceful,
as a person of recluse !