A Black Sheep -Chanso
The flock of mine, so very proud,
I’m a dwarf in midst of them all,
for each one stands tall in the crowd.
The mental might with flair they show,
for my nature I’m jeered often,
since their line I don’t like to tow.
In their group I remain silent,
when they shout caring for no one,
even if they get violent.
My own person, I’m the odd one,
I’m branded as an abnormal.
In my candid way I’m like none.
Life for me isn’t for fitting in,
it’s about standing outside heap.
In my clan a black sheep I’ve been.
A deviant from manic freak,
I make the otherness unique.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2023
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