A voice so loud yet unheard,
Yes, this is the story of an introvert.
Is in constant search for things to hide behind,
Coz seeing people blows out his mind.
Always thought of as weird and rude,
But from within he is as beautiful as Krishna's flute.
Prepares a script before making a call,
Prefers and love texts above all.
Often considered as boring and fool,
Listen to them you'll find a world so cool.
Desires to be the one whom nobody knows,
Sitting in the corner talking to the window crows .
Needs a friend who hears the voices deep inside the heart ,
So clearly like hitting a hundred in the game of dart.
Yearns to fly high through the clouds,
To shout the voices in his head aloud.
Brutes and Birds make his soul bloom and glow,
Like a beautiful slide of joy over the rainbow.
Moon and Stars know all their furtives and stories,
Hope they knew spells to destroy their shyness and worries.
They know how to express without speaking
This was my way, thanks for reading.