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Stranger in the home
I am a stranger in my home
Confined to myself
My bedroom is my abode
My study is my world.
Lonely but not alone
I am in the company of my
Thoughts and imagination
Aliens may not appreciate
They find me eccentric
They may shower pity
And sympathy over me
Poor beings, devoid of
Beauty and glory of life
Living like vegetables
I am not alone
Many met the same fate
Difficult to judge, who is right
The onlookers may be wiser.
Mundane but closer to life
At the end of the day
It is one's choice which rules
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Kishore R R
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