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The Intransigent Me
I walk my life on my own terms,
setting the course on the pathway I paved.
I see probing faceless people crowd uncalled,
break the fence of protected privacy, try to pry,
asking incisive questions shredding my persona,
I don’t answer.
They want their footprints I follow compliant,
abandoning me for what I am on the wayside,
and exist as a void formless entity impersonated.
Caustic comments they make of me being obdurate,
on the manner I behave, extremely odd to them,
I don’t react.
In my heart mired in the quicksand of harsh time
emotions struggle to rise from the unfeeling debris.
Things good done to me aren’t acknowledged loud,
buds of your love bloom in me, I adore unexpressed.
Porous sensitivity absorbs all the feelings inarticulate,
I don’t demonstrate.
I will be doing till the end what I do at will,
even if you all call me a black sheep,
the intransigent me.
Written : July 19, 2019
February 13, 2020
Contest : Strand Select N, Any Form. Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Copyright ©
Subimal Sinha-Roy
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