Moody, grumpy and clumsy,
a social outcast
daunted by the community
“oh! he’s just a fainéant.”
Screaming with laughter,
my friends, I often see
languid and lonely, yet
I always dream
I want to row, draw and grow
be a rival to my peers
but they always treat me low
“you are nothing but peculiar.”
You and I both look the same
then, why do you say I’m queer?
ain’t seeking fortune or fame
just accept me, don’t fear!
By Rtr. Rashmi Leema
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