A Loner's Complaint
Misunderstood in a world of the regular,
Odd in a world of similar.
They call me weird,
They call me crazy,
Just because my imagination is a bit Mazy.
Loved by a few,
understood by none,
In a world of my own,
I am distant someone.
Still not as lonely as they think,
Not insane yet on the brink.
Poem based on the following poem:
A group of friends hanging out late night, Marine Drive, Mumbai.