I am the quintessential introvert
There was a time I had my social spurts
But all that seems like a lifetime ago
The Corona has given our spacetime a blow.
I absolutely love my solitude
When I say ‘Leave me be’ I’m not being rude
It’s just the way I’m internally wired
Too much nodding and smiling just makes me tired
That’s not to say that I spurn the cliche
Of the Island that No Man Is
I’m just more prone to proverbs that sweep
Through Still Waters that tend to Run Deep.
And now I’m on the back foot yet again
By that adage I didn’t mean I’m a Brain
An Einstein, a Galileo or an Edison
(Well .. maybe a tad like A. Tennyson).
Dear reader I’m the embodiment of reserve
I don’t seek adulation that is undeserved
But even as I spin this meter and rhyme
I think every enterprising poet doth have her time
In the shining confluence of our universe
Of writers, and scribblers, masters of verse
But since I’m the quintessential introvert
I’ll tell my tales from my quiet corner on earth
Still, if by some providential twist of fate
Some of you think that my writing’s first rate
Know that I still love my solitude
I’ll thank ye kindly and then I’ll respectfully brood.
Kind of quirky, a tad controversial, a little whimsical and chockfull of farce, brought to you from across my modest globe trotting sojourns
You the person you are, as we all are. I guess though that some people, like yourself, are better endowed with a capacity to reflect on themselves and judge one’s own actions, and even one’s thoughts, to take the steps of choice towards the goals of choice. It’s the goals of choice that matter, and the steps will naturally tend to steer towards them. Keep your hand on the rudder, Mahvash..!!! All the best ________________________________
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Amen to those probably very social steps of choice towards my goals of choice 🙏🏽😅
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